week 2

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Week 2

[The second week in the Champion Excellence Program kicks off on a somber note. Chitanda, Toby, the Griffin- all three of them gone, two of them in one fell swoop. If anyone thinks to check the profiles on their P.I.P.s they will find that the dearly departed Champions' profile photos have been greyed out.

Right on the dot at 7 am the mechanical woman's voice chimes to awaken the remaining champions on Sunday morning, as she has for the past week. After the initial wake-up call though there's a new message tacked on:]

Congratulations, Champions! By surviving your first trial, you have unlocked the second floor of the ship. A new mini map has been added to your P.I.P.! To access the second floor please stand on the teleporter and select the floor you wish to be teleported to.

[The new floor isn't the only thing floating around the ship though, at least metaphorically. When 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.]

Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday


[ooc: welcome to week 2, everyone! Check-in has begun and don't forget to submit your memory regains!]

Comments

[almightyconflagration]

[A bit excessive there, but it will stop the fake snoring act. Instead McBurn reacts a bit violently since to him gunshots are definitely a threat. Since Bolton is so intimately close, he'll definitely feel the heat as an aura of fire appears around McBurn. With a very fast motion McBurn is now facing Bolton, standing up and holding a fireball in his hand.]

Do that again and I may feel tempted to test the limits of your rules.

[theoverseers]

[If Bolton is phased by the fire he sure doesn't show it, blowing smoke from the end of the six-shooter where he sits with one leg crossed over the other in one of the theater seats.]

Don't make it a habit of breaking the rules. You'll get the hang of how it goes - I issue a warning, and anyone who doesn't heed it...

[A puff of feathers and claw marks dragged into a metal floor.]

Well, I won't be held accountable for the punishment they get. Understand?

[almightyconflagration]

[If he was trying to provoke a reaction, well there wasn't any more of one. It obviously takes a much more immediate threat to cause reactions with this one.]

You might want to learn when someone is obviously messing with you. I was already awake the moment you entered the room. So does violence against that poor excuse for clothing count as violence against you?

[As he asks that, he's tossing the fireball in his hand. It's still rather hot around them and he's definitely itching to make use of that fireball.]

[theoverseers]

You might want to learn who's holding more cards here, Inferno.

[Not that he moves or makes a move to cover himself. As the beard implies, his receding hairline has simply migrated onto his chin and his chest.]

I've been playing nice so far, but trying to threaten me? Hah, your little fireball is peanuts compared to the kind of barrels I've looked down.

[He loads a round into a chamber, clicks it back into place, and spins it.]

And I don't like peanuts.

[almightyconflagration]

Only because I'm not actually trying to kill. I just plan on being quite the thorn in your side because now I'm interested in seeing just how far I can toe that line. For now, I'll let you go change into something far less hideous.

[And with that he's going to jump over the seats, past Bolton, assuming he's not going to be shot at, and leave the room to head back to his room.]