week 1

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Week 1

[After the initial introduction of the Overseers on Sunday, the Champions were left to their own devices in investigating the part of the ship they have access to to their hearts' content. However, the doors that Jamie and Bolton came through are locked tight and cannot be unlocked via PIP.

On Monday morning, the same voice that awakened them the previous morning chirps at them again from their PIPs at 7 am on the dot. There's also a pop-up message waiting for them: a notice announcing "office hours" for Bolton in the library and Jamie in the art room every day from here on out.

Enjoy your week, Champions.]

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[fatherofsin]

Temerity. Noun. Excessive confidence or boldness. In other words, audacity.

[ Wow Seth actually arrived. He has books under his arm and he seems rather tired. How much has he been reading? But he'll read the note, too... ]

...Someone is toying with us. "Toril" means "bullpen" in... ...Well, probably not a language you know the name of but probably have something analogous to.

[kingshaming]

I see... then assuming they were answering the questions, could Temerity be their title?

Of course, they could just be mocking us.

[fatherofsin]

I hadn't considered that. Perhaps we should ask.

[kingshaming]

They may not answer, but it can't hurt to try. If they are going to mock us by being so tantalizingly available, then they can put up with constant questions.

[ratherdoweddings]

I don't know if a Champion of Temerity would hide, though.

[kingshaming]

...point taken. If they are as fitting with their title as the Overseers like to say we are.

[fatherofsin]

Who says they are? For all we know, this Champion of Temerity is one of us. As much as everyone seems ready to be good friends, we're all complete strangers from different worlds and times. We know nothing about each other but the barest of profiles and what we ourselves have said, which could easily be lies.

[ His arms are crossed, and he's looking over everyone here. ]

Need I remind you: we were all brought here for a reason, and that was to participate in a sick and twisted game. That means every single one of us was deemed not only capable of murder, but the desire to get away with it if the price is right.

[kingshaming]

...

True. In the end we all have the same goal: to return home. And how would any of us know if a third party slipped in among us that first day?

[ratherdoweddings]

That's true, but the writing and the motive don't match any of the other handwriting on the poll. That should at least rule out the people who bothered to answer it, right?

[fatherofsin]

Not necessarily. You're assuming no one here can forge things. All of us are suspect. And I guarantee more than one of us is lying about something--everyone has secrets.

[ratherdoweddings]

You really aren't that positive of a person, are you?

[fatherofsin]

I'm being realistic. There's no reason to trust anyone here.

[ratherdoweddings]

I'd say there's no reason to automatically be suspicious! Even if we were told to kill each other, we won't all jump to that.

[decarded]

I agree. My only question is how wise it is to ask our Overseers about this "Temerity" directly.

[fatherofsin]

Not directly, though I imagine we can't hide much from them to start with. But we could reply with a note asking questions.

[decarded]

Or create another poll, if that interested them enough to answer the first time.

[Not that the information was particularly illuminating, but... Baiting them out is the first step.]

But if this Temerity is a third Overseer, I wonder if they were meant to stay hidden. If they're prone to taking rogue actions...

[curdle]

[ She's literally just been sitting on the sidelines drinking milk, just as she was during the last meeting, but this finally gets her to speak up. ]

"Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, yet inwardly are ravening wolves." Is Temerity such a wolf, or all our flock a pack?

[ratherdoweddings]

Well, I sure hope not! If we start to lose faith in one another, we'll never get out of here.

[curdle]

You speak aright.

[ She looks a little sly. ]

If any wish for us to lose faith, t'would be them as fashion themselves our shepherds. Do they not conspire against us to just that end?

[ratherdoweddings]

Right! So we should keep having faith in one another. I don't think Temerity would be a spy among us. Why would they answer?

[curdle]

We cannot know. I think... no matter who they be, that is why. T'was not a week's time before the Overseers lost patience and made to turn each of us against the other. Why stop then?

[fatherofsin]

It's never the wolves howling at your door you should fear, but the seemingly docile humans around you. Wolves are predictable. They strike when they hunger, and out of necessity. Humans... Are cruel and strike for the emotional heart just because they feel like it.

[curdle]

I fear no wolf, nor no man either. The Lord my God has kept me and, I pray, shall keep me still.

[ She lifts her chin, despite the formulaic (and therefore easier to force out convincingly) nature of her words. ]

Our nature is corrupt. But Christ saith we shall know such false prophets by the fruit they bear.

[fatherofsin]

I that so? Then take it from my experience: gods don't care about their little toys. You're theirs to play with and break as they please.

[ ...Gods are a dislike on his profile. ]

[curdle]

There is but one.

[ But I beg thee, for the sake of thy son. Show me mercy. Show me thy light.

The very day that Sam disappeared. ]

And you know Him not.