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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[voltrounds]

[Well that got serious fast. Not that she should have expected differently.]

...I'm sorry.

[curdle]

[ Thomasin looks up, and for a second she looks both miserable and ready to snap, the way she'd driven her brother away three days ago, but then she remembers how she felt after Caleb did go. She drops her gaze back down and tries to sound mild. ]

Pity me not. I was the one what brought him to the edge of the farm. I was playing peek-a-boo with him. He was laughing. I covered mine eyes for a moment, and--

[ Her hands go still. ]

Sam was vanished. They made sport when they wrote of me in our ledger. They do now, too. They must know everything of us. [ ... ] All of us.

[voltrounds]

[Geez.

Oh no that part in her profile about peekaboo.]

It isn't your fault. You couldn't have known something like that would happen.

...but you're right. They know things about us they shouldn't be able to.

[curdle]

No matter. It is done.

[ It cannot be undone. Mother's grief, and her blame, cannot be changed. Back to cleaning up that mess!! ]

Frederica... I am sorry. Each of us is burdened thus. I need not add this weight to thine.

[voltrounds]

No, it's fine. I was the one who asked.

[And yet, she frowns as she gets back to work.]

[curdle]

[ it's a frown party down on this floor rn ]

I cannot return all your kindnesses as they were given -- I cannot read to you. But if you wish it, this one I will.

[voltrounds]

[Ricky's quiet for a moment, debating with herself whether she should say what's on her mind.]

It's a different kind of problem, but...

[curdle]

[ She waits, not wanting to press or even make eye contact if that is unwanted, but if Ricky does look at her face she'll see quiet encouragement there. It's a look she hasn't had any opportunity to use since she came here. ]

[voltrounds]

Before I was here, I was in a town called Etria. I've made friends there, who are helping me with an important mission that I have to complete. It's a nice town, and everyone there is very friendly.

[She takes a deep breath.]

If I complete my mission, the town will be destroyed.

[curdle]

[ It sounds... so foreign, and fantastical, but everything here is. It surely would make her distress no less real. ]

... why, then? What have they done?

[voltrounds]

Nothing, except build their town in just the wrong place.

[How to explain this...]

It's like if a bird built a nest in a tree, and then I absolutely needed to cut down that specific tree.

[curdle]

[ She nods, her eyes wide, to show that she can grasp the analogy at least. ]

Your mission must be of dire importance.

[voltrounds]

It is. There's a being I need to stop, or it'll destroy much more than one town.

[curdle]

Do they... know? [ She hesitates midway, not wanting to prod at anything with needless questions. ] The folk helping you.

[voltrounds]

[Ricky looks away, and doesn't say anything.

That's probably a pretty clear answer.]

[curdle]

[ Usually she'd try to think of what the Bible says about a dilemma, or what her father might say, but that couldn't apply less here. ]

That... is a terrible knowledge to hold. And harder still to keep silent of.

[voltrounds]

I'd only just realized it before they brought me here. I'm not sure whether to tell them.

[well actually she's already made that decision but MISSING MEMORIES HAHAHA]

[curdle]

[ It is a sin to lie. But... ]

'Tis of little comfort now, and I might speak out of turn. But I think thou wilt choose what is right.

[voltrounds]

[Keeping quiet about things isn't technically lying!]

I hope so. It all depends on what is right.