Week 5

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Week 5

[It's been five weeks (since you looked at me) and with the deaths of Shadow and Rukia, the group that was initially 20 strong has dwindled down to ten. Ten 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 there is no new floor announcement this week.

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.]

Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday


[ooc: welcome to week 5, everyone! Check-in has begun and don't forget to submit your memory regains!]

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MONDAY

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[cyan_maid]

[Early in the morning, Jane leaves a note under Ricky's door and knocks - all it says is that she'll be in the kitchen whenever the other girl is ready to help bake. And boy, is she baking. Whoever you are, you'll see Jane in the kitchen all morning making carrot cakes of varying sizes, again with foods repurposed from the diner and key ingredients from the greenhouse. It gives the kitchen and a bit of the cafeteria a cozy, homey smell, and when she's finally done there's a large carrot cake set out on the espresso bar, with a note for everyone to please help themselves. But where's the baker at this point?

Why, at the diner of course. She sets out one of the smaller cakes on the makeshift altar, as well as a couple rough doodles of rabbits and the dead as an offering. She'll stay there for a little while with one last tiny cake, and if you manage to catch her order something to eat, you'll see her place that cake on the returning rocket, watching it go with a fond little smile. Thank you, robot friend, you really are the best.

For the rest of the day, if you happen to be on the second floor, you'll hear some slow, sad piano coming from the music room. Why not take a peek and see if the player will take requests?]

Kitchen

[theoverseers]

[Sometime when she's putting the finishing touches on all but the dairy-free cake, Bolton shows up with a half-empty paper sack that rattles like coffee beans in his hand.

Which is because that's exactly what he has.

He can be heard out by the espresso bar, using the grinder, and then he has what looks like a little glass ball with a V-shaped funnel on top sitting, full of coffee, on a hot plate.

He brings Jane a cup and sets it on the counter next to her.]

How's it going, your Cakeliness?

[cyan_maid]

[The title gets the first laugh of the day out of Jane; it's not a full 'hoo hoo hoo', but it's bubbly enough to be close. The dairy-free cake is next for decorating, actually, but with something very clever - a non-dairy brown sugar glaze. How does she do it? Probably with water and a lot of care. It's been cooling a bit to set in a pot, and she pours it carefully over the cake.]

It's going swimmingly, I'd say - much better than my first attempts here. It really is true what they say about practice. [She spies the cup there, curious.] What kind of coffee is that?

[theoverseers]

It's a 100% Kona coffee. I thought the nutty, spicy flavor would complement the carrot cake pretty nicely.

[He watches her pour the glaze over the cake with interest.]

Mm, that smells like brown sugar.

Meeting: The Revengance

[kingshaming]

[What would you do without meetings? Probably die, honestly. Xander has drinks (by now he knows everyone's prefs, if not the exact cream/sugar proportions in all the coffee/tea) and there's the wonderful cake Jane made nearby. In fact, Xander has been eating a very large piece.

He goes through his usual script- any new information. If anyone has any announcements, a general 'please no murder'.

Oh and:]

Oh! By the way, I have been updating my handwriting samples. If while discussing the week's activities you could add your own I would greatly appreciate it. I have already done my own- keep in mind the larger your sample the less likely someone can mistake someone else's for yours in the event of a trial. So please, write as much as you'd like.

[He passes around his book, and indeed there are various pens in various colors in a cup on the table (Lightning would recognize it as the one from his room). And on the open page, half hidden in a very long a pretty ramble about post battle ethics-]

nospaceformachinewhodoesthecleaning

Attempted to capture possible servant machines with no luck. Even behind arcade games is spotless. Where do the bodies go if Bolton and Jamie are with us every trial?

[He keeps talking through all the book passing. He's very very good at long oration]

[ratherdoweddings]

Oh, of course! I can do that, no problem.

"If the cargo hold is empty where does the food come from" was mine. I suspect the nearest planet, but we can't see any out the window. Then again, their teleporters are very advanced! We're only just discovering the technology back home, and the ones here don't have the major drawbacks ours do. Then again, they also don't time travel...

[The rest of the document is rambling on about Yurika's Destined True Love and how you too can find love if you aren't a fatalistic grump, not naming names.]

[cyan_maid]

[God bless, she considers that piece a very high compliment. Jane looks a little confused at the handwriting sample request, but she takes a cyan pen all the same, and when the book reaches her...

Well, that's a very interesting message. It's pretty...inspirational, let's say.

Amidst a long ramble in cyan about her methods on baking with repurposed food from the diner, there's a message embedded within:

nooneelseisonboard
Twenty champions, two overseers, one temerity, several different robots. Where are the benefactors? Where is the big boss?

Boopadoop passing the book along to the next person and being quite attentive to Xander's oration.]

[curdle]

[ Thomasin, who has no message to share, should really be the last one to get the book because she's going to spend about 80 years deciphering the actual content within. Afterwards, she signs her name and just writes: ]

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.

[ Which still takes a while! ]

I'd not keep you further. I hope my script hath improved... but perchance there is nothing new to be seen.

[ GET IT?? GET IT??? ]

[bylight]

[Writing sample?

Lightning doesn't know what to write, but after a few minutes she writes out the legend behind Fal'Cie, l'Cie, becoming a Cie'th, and the eternal crystal sleep granted to those who have fulfilled their Focus. It's all neatly written until she puts the message she's found out in there: we are too alone

The rest of the legend is written once again with the precise writing before she pushes the book to the next person.]

[imnotfat]

I did not receive a message

[Like hell he's going to reveal what Temerity's message said]

Regarding the oddities of this space station, recently my memories showed me something that may be worth considering:

Have any of you heard about virtual realities?

[refusedtoleave]

[Natsuhi just squints at it for a moment...]

What about the one in the diner? The one that Crocker found.

[That's it, she doesn't even try to hide it on the paper.]

[stitch_in_time]

[So Togami's not the only one who's been wondering about their unseen cleaning crew.]

[The Doctor takes a moment to scan over the notes everyone else has added, frowning slightly, before adding his own. A fairly long ramble about the mechanics behind the kind of tech that was likely used to bring them all to the station, and the basic operation of such in case he's not around when they find it, and hidden somewhere in the middle:]

"THE STARS ARE ALWAYS DIFFERENT BUT THE SPACE STATION NEVER MOVES"

The holodeck has a starmap of the immediate area, but when I tried looking at it more carefully, it doesn't make any damn sense.

[theoverseers]

[It's close to but not quite Night Time when the Champions on the first floor might notice something peculiar happening around the media room. The door, which is usually shut tight when not in use, is stuck half-open. There doesn't seem to be anything blocking it from closing, it's just open while soft music swells from inside the dark room.

It might be worth investigating.]

I'll show myself out

[cyan_maid]

[So you could say the door is

halfstuck

But seriously, we're going to take a look at that shit by peeking inside. What does Jane see?]

[kingshaming]

[.... Xander might be peeking over the top of her head cuz tol]

[curdle]

[ the fuck is this now

she's not going to look inside yet though, Jane can take that first impact while she hangs back and waits ]

[stitch_in_time]

Oh, no-

[Spoken not quite under his breath.]

Tell me this isn't what it looks like.

[Because it sure looks like the start of an investigation.]

[bylight]

[....]

If no one is going in, then move.

[LET HER GET IN THERE]

[theoverseers]

[ What even is this.]

[refusedtoleave]

[Hey guy! What are you-

...Okay, she's just going to stand in the doorway for a few seconds.]

Why are you watching a children's film?

[theoverseers]

It's a good movie?

[...Well it is.]

Spoilers?

[refusedtoleave]

[Sleeping went better than expected. Not by much, but enough that she doesn't have a repeat of last time... At least she knows how she got those bruises. Not that it's much of a surprise. Eva, and that girl wearing her daughter's dress. The girl pointing with a smirk. That same girl pulling her hair.

Ushiromiya Natsuhi-san, you are the killer.

No man believes a woman that says she loves him... But if I find one shred of that in these diaries then I might believe you.

There is one other person who could be the killer. Everyone else has an alibi. If you do not accuse him... Then you will always be seen as the culprit.

Do you really think I'd do that just to escape your accusations!!?

It really explained a lot, even if it was missing the most important piece of information. She was able to keep her head held high and go about her day.

Prior to the meeting she's in the library, folding cranes and reading. Stopping to glare at the conference rooms every now and then.

Surprisingly she ends up the arcade in the afternoon. She's not playing, but she does occasionally press a button, just to see what happens.]

Library

[bylight]

[Cranes and anger. Not surprising anymore. The glaring is.]

What the hell are you doing?

[refusedtoleave]

Waiting for the meeting to start. It is still on, isn't it?