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

[humanitarianherbalist]

Indeed. [A pause] You sound like you have experience with people of this sort.

[misplacedxsheath]

I've dealt with a few reprehensible individuals in my time, yes. Beyond that, as a military commander, I have my own experience in predicting evolving situations.

[humanitarianherbalist]

I see. Although I suppose the current situation is too new to tell what direction it may evolve in?

[misplacedxsheath]

With any certainty, anyway. I have some theories, but they'll require further investigation.

[humanitarianherbalist]

Are any of them related to that one locked door?

[misplacedxsheath]

That's where the Overseers came from. If one of my theories is correct, that may be where the exit is located.

[humanitarianherbalist]

That seems likely. [Another pause, as he ponders] Do you think there may also be passages in those rooms they have claimed as their offices? After all, they probably would not want to be caught coming in and out, would they?

[misplacedxsheath]

Either a passage, or...this could be a virtually constructed environment. It would explain how it's do pristine and why we haven't seen any staff. In that case, the exit would be a simple interface terminal.

[humanitarianherbalist]

[A few blinks.] Virtually...constructed? Is that different from a normal construction?

[fatherofsin]

Think like an illusion.

[humanitarianherbalist]

[He turns around to see the other man there.] A mirage, but under another's control? But such an elaborate one is usually the stuff of fantasy. [He knocks on one wall, as if to demonstrate.]

[misplacedxsheath]

Oh, they're very much real. A common leisure tool in my own universe.

[humanitarianherbalist]

This does not feel like a leisurely use to me. Although I suppose our "Overseers" are enjoying it...

[fatherofsin]

It doesn't have to be leisurely for us to be enjoyed, no.

[ Which is part of why Seth even came here. He just happened in on an interesting conversation. ]

Also, pardon my interruption. Still... It's something to consider...

[ And now he's trailing off in thought. ]