week 4

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Week 4

[Four weeks in and almost half the Champions' original numbers are gone. Eight people in the span of a month and, even with the Overseers seeming increase in empathy for the remaining Champions, there is no end in sight for the Champion Excellence Program.

And again at 7 am on Sunday the mechanical woman's voice chimes to awaken the remaining champions on Sunday morning. After the initial wake-up call the message tacked on:]

Congratulations, Champions! By surviving your third trial, you have unlocked the fourth floor of the ship. A new mini map has been added to your P.I.P.! To access the fourth floor please stand on the teleporter and select the floor you wish to be teleported to.

[And again the Champions are awakened they have regained one new memory from the ones they've lost. Starting again on Sunday, as well, Jamie and Bolton will be back to their usual office hours in their usual locations.]

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[ooc: welcome to week 4, everyone! Check-in has begun and don't forget to submit your memory regains!]

Comments

oh my god

[cyan_maid]

[...What the fuck assortment is she looking at here, she was just having a lovely time with the diner robot and now this? Pull her in Bolton, what did she win?]

[theoverseers]

And one of the girls of the hour! Come here, Miss Crocker, you've... Probably got it easiest, honestly, out of all of this.

[He decides to start with the oven mitts.]

[cyan_maid]

[She'll raise an eyebrow and come over, eyeing them. What do these oven mitts look like?]

I'm guessing I'm to wear those at all times for the next couple of days?

[theoverseers]

You guess correctly, Heiress!

[They're ordinary, adult-sized, bright red oven mitts. Once she lets him put them on her, however, he looks like he's about to add what looks like a small black metal bracelet, and then thinks better of it.]

...You can take them off to use the bathroom, I'm not an animal. But if you're caught on-camera not wearing them, I'll have to lock them on for the rest of the time limit. Deal?

[cyan_maid]

[Oh, very nice. And they feel nice, too. She looks curiously at the bracelet and...is genuinely surprised at the offer.]

Really? That's incredibly lenient...does that extend to the showers?

[Because if she has to she'll shower with oven mitts on, don't underestimate her.]

[theoverseers]

There's no cameras in the showers, so...sure. I'll leave it up to you.

[cyan_maid]

Mmm...

[She looks down at the mitts, then at the other sabotages, which surely have a lock on them, then back to Bolton.]

You know, honestly, I won't really mind. I can take the locks. [She presents her wrists.] It doesn't seem fair for me to be the only one without.

[There is a hint of a smirk to her smile, though...are you planning something, Jane?]

[theoverseers]

Oh. Alright.

[The locks are lightweight, like little bracelets.]

They'll fall off automatically when the time's up.

Oh, and one more thing.

[He picks up the Jack-O-Lantern mask]

This one's called the Jane-O-Lantern.

[cyan_maid]

Alright - I'm not obliged to give the mitts back, am...

[Wait. No. No, what the fuck.]

The what.

[theoverseers]

[He bounces the mask effortlessly in his hands]

It's roomy and it's just foam, so it's lightweight.

Them's the rules, I just enforce them.]

[cyan_maid]

[...Alright, fine, she can make that work, too, just you fucking watch. Jane holds her hands out.]

I can put it on myself.

[theoverseers]

[And hand it over he does. Good luck, mitten-hands]

Thanks for the cake, by the way. That was thoughtful.

[cyan_maid]

[SHE'S GOT THIS...so long as she goes slow.]

You're very welcome! Did you like it? I got such nice coffee from the dumbwaiter and wanted to put it to good use.

[theoverseers]

I only had a tiny piece - was there dairy in it? - but the flavor was stunning. It tasted like it was infused with the coffee, somehow.

[cyan_maid]

Um...well, yes, it was - with dairy, in fact. Is something wrong with that?

[ALRIGHT we've got the pumpkin on, now she can tilt her head and have it shift around with her movement.]

[theoverseers]

Oh, no, like I said it was delicious!

It's just... [This is a grown-ass man reluctant to admit weakness] Well, I'm lactose intolerant.

[cyan_maid]

[Jaw drops a little.] Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry - usually I'm very good about those sorts of things! I won't make that mistake again!

[There should be a carrot cake on Week 5 without cream cheese icing for him in the kitchen, if he's so inclined.]

[theoverseers]

No, really, it's fine! You had no way to know. It's not that bad if it's baked into something.

[He will absolutely be so inclined, bless your sweet heart.]

[cyan_maid]

Still, no matter what, I'd never purposefully make a cake that makes someone sick - maybe it'd blow up in someone's face, sure, but it'd still be perfectly edible.

[Go bother her in the kitchen on Monday yo]