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]

[McBurn knows he's getting a taste of his own medicine right now, so he's going to wait until Margulis takes another shot at him and until then will just lazily toss the ball in his hand.]

Oh please, this isn't anywhere near what would be needed to wear me out.

[misplacedxsheath]

Well, I certainly hope you don't expect to outlast me, even if you do manage to stay in.

[He does take another shot, again throwing hard and aiming under McBurn's easy reach. As soon as the ball leaves his hand, he's crouched and ready to move.]

[almightyconflagration]

[McBurn isn't looking to try and catch the ball. Instead once he can tell the ball was thrown, he'll turn around and quickly throw his own.

Except he's not aiming at Margulis, he's aiming for the ball itself. With his ability to aim, hitting it shouldn't be hard. He's trying to use enough force to knock the ball Margulis threw right back at him.]

Well, I only hope you can stay in long enough to satisfy me.

[voltrounds]

[Another ball flies vaguely toward McBurn, thrown by an unusually red-faced version of Miss Frederica Irving who has had to listen to this entire conversation.]

You two can talk about things like that in private!

[misplacedxsheath]

[You know, he would be annoyed at the intervention...but that isn't worth it. Instead he just looks puzzled.]

What are you talking about?

[ratherdoweddings]

[from the sidelines]

It's wonderful that you've both found something that makes you happy, but please get a room!

[voltrounds]

Especially don't talk about that in front of Thomasin!

[SHE MIGHT LITERALLY DIE]

[misplacedxsheath]

[Ever seen a Commander sputter? He's also turning red.]

W...What?! We're speaking if nothing of the sort!

[almightyconflagration]

[He's just as clueless as Margulis, probably also doesn't help much that his education on these matters came from someone who is a complete troll.]

Why would we want to do that when this one is perfect for this?

[And now he's just making it even worse.]

[misplacedxsheath]

[He's...not explaining what 'get a room' means.]