Week 6

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Week 6

[It's been six weeks and with Ricky, Kurumi, and Lightning all dead, the group that was initially 20 strong has dwindled down to only seven. Thirteen Champions have died in about a month and a half, and even the Overseers are beginning to crack. How many more will follow before this cruel experiment ends?

And again at 7 am 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.]

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[ooc: welcome to week 6, everyone! Check-in has begun and don't forget to submit your memory regains!]

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SUNDAY

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[ratherdoweddings]

[Yurika wakes up with that smug backup pilot's laughter in her head. Her hand goes to the key she started wearing around her neck at the afterparty, and she shakes her head and shudders.

Time to keep on going. She promised.

In the morning, you can find Yurika in the dead Champions' rooms. She retrieves a uniform from Ricky's that wouldn't have fit the smaller girl anyway, but spends some time looking things over. In Lightning's, she's looking more at the necklace that Lightning had mentioned last week... but when she checks the dumbwaiter and a large bunny suit is taking up all the room, Yurika breaks into sad laughter.

Later, having changed into the uniform, Yurika will be in the kitchen again. She's doing her best with Jane's advice, but she's somehow managed to turn instant ramen made with bottled water into a pungent, charred grey lump.]

Maybe it needs something...

[Afterwards, she lugs a Christine Junior up to the dodgeball room, where you can find her flinging ball after ball at it with prejudice. Bother her?]

dodgeball room

[refusedtoleave]

[Natsuhi just pokes her head in after hearing the noise. She still wasn't sure what this room was for.

...]

What are you doing?

Kitchen

[stitch_in_time]

[That. Sure is something.]

...What happened, is this some kind of early incentive? They replacing all the food or something?

[Sorry Yurika.]

[cyan_maid]

[The murders and trial had been a horror, a demoralizing evisceration of Jane's heart, leaving only a defiant, grieving spark that crackled with every tear. The dread of going to sleep and finding some new memory restored in her dreams only keeps her from sleeping, but...she can't stay awake forever.

The dream is brief. The dream is horrifying. It doesn't need to go on long for Jane to get an idea of just what now lies in wait for her back home.

It's doubtful you'll be up and about early enough to see Jane at the incincerator, shoving her Bowlbuster spoon and her red skirt inside with grim-faced determination. And then, for the rest of the morning, you won't see her. But that's not weird, right? Everyone needs time to process their grief, and she can only hold hers in for so long. In the afternoon, however, she'll be firmly stationed in the sewing room. She's wearing the spacesuit again, oddly enough - doesn't she hate that thing? - and seems to be working on two projects: a black circle skirt that is noticably less lumpy than her red one, and a really terrible black jacket thing that might be a cardigan, if it weren't overly big and the sleeves weren't uneven. Even though she's incredibly focused, she'll respond to anyone talking to her...which you should, because at no poing in the day do her hands stop shaking. At all.]

sewing room

[ratherdoweddings]

[Well, at least Yurika's not wearing the pink dress anymore, even if the underside of her cape is red. She pokes her head into the sewing room and waves.]

Jane-chan, are you making something?

Incinerator

[stitch_in_time]

[Well, as he's said a few times now, Jane's pretty clever. Meaning even if she had snapped and killed someone with a giant mixing spoon, she probably wouldn't be getting rid of the evidence in the middle of the day like this. Meaning...]

More bad memories from home, I take it.

[curdle]

[ Early in the morning, quite a bit before breakfast is announced or the showers turned on, you can find Thomasin heading to the incinerator with a canvas clutched to her chest. It's the radically unpleasant painting of a goat she was working on during week four, stolen from the art room. She adds a bunch of by now well-worn pink ribbons before pushing it all in and letting it burn.

Once breakfast is a thing, however, she doesn't go to the cafeteria. She stops by the art room to snip a length of purple ribbon, then goes searching for things to bring to the altar in the diner. She visits the media room, her own room, the bar, and the greenhouse, and arrives with dried rosemary, a bottle of rum, some space pigeon feathers, and a copy... of the movie... Space Jam.

Once she puts them in place, she proceeds to order no less than ten waffles in quick succession, slamming the menu button in question like it's a doorbell and she's playing ding-dong-ditch. Even if she didn't see the diner during the investigation, she's not ordering pancakes or using the syrup. While she's there she plaits her hair into one loose braid, ties it at the end, and tries reading the Griffin's Bible with one hand whilst eating waffles with the other. She didn't expect herself to be so hungry, but now that she is she's not exactly surprised.

She comes to the kitchen without the benefit of a basket to ease her carrying the numerous little paper cups of butter and a five-pound bag of flour. It doesn't matter; she puts the flour on the counter, the butter in the dairy fridge, and she stands there trying to brainstorm something to make with them.

Also, you can find her in the greenhouse, using their eggs as an excuse to hang with the pigeons. Get pooped on by the pigeons. Either way. ]

diner

[ratherdoweddings]

Is all this for the memorial?

Kitchen

[refusedtoleave]

[Natsuhi's still wrestling with her book and the knif- There's the yelp.

And she shakes her hand before grabbing a towel to hold against the cut.]

Kitchen

[stitch_in_time]

That from the Benefactors, or did we unlock a larder when I wasn't looking?

[Nodding at the flour.]

cw: slight self harm

[kingshaming]

[He had barely remembered that a dream was coming when he finally passed out in the wee hours of the morning. He shouldn't have forgotten, because what he did certainly will not forget him.

It's only the sound proofing of the doors that hides his muffled scream and how he loses what little soup he managed to eat in the restroom when he wakes up only a few hours later. It's super early still- he didn't sleep long.

He comes out slightly after, but anyone coming out of their own rooms or heading through the hallways might find something they didn't want to see so soon after a death. Little drops of blood leading down it. Anyone that decides to follow it back to Xander's room will find that it's not open exactly- so he isn't dead at least. But there is a boot wedged in it- like he might have knocked it into it while passing and simply didn't care. If they go inside the fish floaty is sadly deflated near the bed (which Jane saw the night before) but the blood leads toward the restroom and the culprit. The mirror is shattered. Not just shattered, but hit enough times only a few shards and the backing remain. Even THAT has a few smears on it- he clearly would have gone through the wall if it was made of anything less sturdy.

Following it the other way goes all the way to the teleporter. And while the drops slow as it goes, they do eventually lead to the storage room. And there is Xander. Shoe-less and shirtless (clearly having not bothered to dress out of what he slept in) and bandaging his bleeding hand. The massive scar on his belly that a few have already seen is even a little pink, like he might have been poking and prodding it roughly at some point.

After all that Xander spends what other time he's out in the art room finishing the piece of two people he started last week. Now he has his heavy leather riding gloves that came with his first outfit on so no one has to see the mess he made of his hand.

Painting is hard to do when one hand is injured, but he forges on regardless.

Other then that, he wanders the station in general like he always does, to peek at people. Though there is much less drive- it's more like the roombas in the cafe. Mindless autonomy and occasionally bumping into things.]

storage room

[cyan_maid]

[It had been very important for Jane to get rid of the red in her room that morning. To take care of some other things. But before she takes some food to eat for breakfast and hide in her room until she feels up to being around people, she knows she should check on Xander. Nobody's okay and nobody is going to be okay, but he's bound to be the least okay of them all. So, uh, the blood and the broken mirror in lieu of him in his room? That shit's frightening. You bet your ass Jane follows that blood trail, and she's breathless by the time she reaches the storage room.]

Jesus Christ - Xander, what happened?!

[She dropped the "Mister" for this. Shit's serious.]

xander's room

[curdle]

[ Thomasin has burnt her painting, gotten the rum and the feathers, and now she's going back to her own room to find some rosemary! Except for the fact that when she steps off the teleporter, she's a tiny bit distracted by the thin track of blood leading (to her mind) off of it. ]

No, no, it's not as it looks...

[ It can't be. She has to believe that. Of all times for them to break pattern, now? No, she'll set things right. Or at least... at least it will be her to see it first, and not Jane. (Jane has literally already been inside the room and gone on to find Xander at this point, but let her dream.) She follows the trail to Xander's door, and with some trepidation goes inside. It doesn't look good in there, but the bulk of her mortal fear evaporates when she sees the bathroom. He is not dead, but he is hurt in more ways than one. She must find some way to help where she can.

"Where she can" is apparently "in Xander's bathroom, with the weird antibiotic gel she got from the benefactors set on the back of the toilet. She's meticulously picking up shard after shard and dropping them into an empty paint can. Someone could hurt themselves if she doesn't dispose of this mess! ]

art room

[ratherdoweddings]

Xander-san?

[Yurika knocks on the door and peers in.]

Are you... I mean, eating? Because food is healthy for you! And I. Um. Brought something to make sure you were!

[She walks in with... some horrible charred lump on a plate. Yurika, how do you mess up instant noodles that badly?]

Storage room

[refusedtoleave]

[After her accident in the kitchen Natsuhi eventually goes to get the proper bandages. The kitchen towel was holding for now but she can't just leave it. She almost walks straight into the back of him.]

Oh! ...Morning.

Storage Room

[stitch_in_time]

[The Doctor's in good enough shape that he's not out of breath when he arrives, but he's breathing hard and definitely came at a run. He takes a second to look over the scene before speaking.]

Okay, so alone time wasn't the best idea, I take it. You need help with that?

[refusedtoleave]

[He's dead. He died not long after she spoke to them. And she told them everything, even if they didn't believe her...

It's reliving in an odd way.

She'd been worrying about Krauss since learning of Jessica's death. A part of her already thought he was gone. Now she could mourn properly.

Natsuhi skips breakfast. But turns up in the kitchen just before midday. Using one of the knives to try and pry a padlock off of an old book. Don't point out her eyes are red, she won't appreciate it.]

[theoverseers]

[Sunday night, close to but not quite at Night Time, the door to the media room is open again. Fully open this time, not just half stuck like last week, but like last week there's the enticing smell of salty popcorn and music pouring from the dark theater.

Perhaps the open door is an invitation this time around?]

[cyan_maid]

[The amount of existential dread in Jane over the sound of that DVD menu is incomprehensible by man. She's still going to let Xander know there's a movie thing going on and suggest he come out for a bit before entering herself.

...God, this fucking movie. Ricky you have terrible taste. You'd get along so well with Jake.]

Hello? Would...whoever's in here like some company?

[curdle]

[ SHE'S COMING ON IN right in time to get an eyeful of that hot interspecies smooching on the big screen ]

... Jamie?

[ She's so done with using Goodman to refer to people! About every time she's called someone that they've gone on to stone cold murder someone. ]

[ratherdoweddings]

[Yurika hears the commotion and comes on in, still with the gold key around her neck but carrying the Gekiganger plush with her again. She sets it into the extra seat with some pillows around it.]

Hello! Oh, I've never seen this one. It looks fun!

[theoverseers]

Did you know the only reason this movie was made was to advertise the fact that Michael Jordan was trying to get back into basketball after a disastrous attempt at retirement?

[Hi J, Bolton's actually here this time]

[imnotfat]

[Byakuya Togami is so tired of all the murdergames happening in his vicinity. Hope's Peak, the virtual world game, the one he's in right now and now the one happening/that happened with the Future Foundation leaders. This is ridiculous.

But at this point he can't deny he's concerned about recent developments. Asahina, Kirigiri and Naegi are trapped. Last Togami remembered, he was entering that building and told Hagakure to stay behind. There was a big explosion. Did he survive? He doesn't know.

So not only those three are in risk of dying, he also may be in mortal peril. Togami is rather sure he wouldn't die in such stupid way, but there's this uncertainty that makes himvery uncomfortable.

That's why he's in his kind of private study, with several letters in front of him. A couple are already folded, and he's writing a third one:

Naegi Makoto:

First than all, read and don't question too hard this. This is Togami Byakuya, and I'm currently in a predicament. Don't try to find me.

My memories have been altered. If it ever seemed I'm dead then you may rest easy -- I'm alive.

I don't know for how long I'll stay away--

Togami is staring at the paper with intensity, frowning. There's no way Naegi won't try to find him, and he knows it. It's going to be very difficult to dissuade him]

[stitch_in_time]

...I forgot to tell her it travels in time.

[The memory is a bit anticlimactic compared to the others he's recovered, but it fills in some gaps, at least. A gap.]

[”This is who I am! Right here, right now! Alright? All that counts is here and now and this is me!”]

[The Doctor can mostly be found in the Holodeck again, running a few different simulations. One of them is just the city street he's run at least once before. Catching him with this running means catching him writing something in the notepad from his room, which he'll flip shut when approached, but someone stealthy or sharp-eyed enough might be able to spot the word 'Rose' at the top of the page.]

[One of the other simulations is a wire-frame scale-model of each of the floors of the space-station. They're capable of moving independently of each other, and the Doctor is rearranging them in different orientations, sometimes muttering about power or water lines.]

[The third simulation is something else he's run before, but at least this time he's not trying to use it to hack the station. This time he doesn't appear to be interacting with it at all, but rather standing back and watching the occupants he's added; one is very definitely himself, dressed in actual clothes instead of the champion's unitard he's been stuck in for over a month now, but there's also a young woman with blonde hair, and an almost supernaturally attractive man in vaguely military clothing.]

[There's no sound, but it's clearly a happy moment. The non-holographic Doctor is standing by the deck's entrance, watching, almost expressionless. If anyone enters, he'll try turning it off, but he's a little too distracted to do it quickly enough.]