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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Comments

[curdle]

I suppose if you all do it, it can't be so great an ill. [ She sounds dubious still, but less than before. ] How often is of a custom?

[cyan_maid]

You should try to do it once a day, but once every two is okay if you forget.

[curdle]

Every day?

[ But she tugs at a wisp of hair that's escaped the neat lattice of her braids, and maybe she can see her point. ]

We did wash our faces and our arms ofttimes, but... [ she must be super gross ] I must get to it, then.

[cyan_maid]

[It's okay, you're literally from another time and set of hygiene rules.] Take your time and get used to it, okay? And make sure you dry off with a towel when you're done, and wrap up in it. If you get a chill afterwards, the towel will help.

[curdle]

I will. [ She hesitates, looking for said towels as an excuse not to say what she's thinking of, but unfortunately they're pretty immediately visible. ] Everyone has been -- patient with me. Thank you, Jane.

[cyan_maid]

[She is about to say something when Thomasin speaks up - after all, everyone should be aware of white fluffy towels in their lives - but she holds her tongue.]

Ah...it's not a problem. Don't worry about it, okay? I...am a little narrow-minded sometimes, I'll admit, but I'm not so much that I couldn't imagine that this sort of place is difficult for you to adjust to.

[curdle]

It is, but...

[ But she's never known so many people, with so little reason and no godly religion, to help her and be kind to her, to speak and listen to her at all. She can't say that. ]

I take comfort in these kindnesses.

[ She's already gone over to the towels and is testing their size for the purpose of modesty. One isn't quite enough, but two should be okay! ]

I pray it may be the same for others here. [ Apparently satisfied, she takes the towels and goes to hang them up. Thank god there's a curtain. She's not too shy of unrelated female nudity, but zero nudity is the ideal. ] And I am ever grateful of your help.

[ And now she's going to find out what shampoo is! ]

[cyan_maid]

[She'll give Thomasin a little nod and a smile as she passes, also grateful for the modesty of curtains.] You're very welcome. You enjoy that shower, okay?

[She's going to pick a towel for herself and jump into a stall, too. Shower time, yay!]