week 2

[airlockedmods]

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

[cyan_maid]

[OH.......oh no Xander..........Xander, run, you may be a great guy who brought her ice cream but everyone is fair game with Tom Jones]

Oh my goodness, thank you Mister Xander! How very sweet. [Let's just set the breakfast of champions aside for now to enjoy this.] You can sit down here if you like, I'm just taking the time to perk up a little bit.

[kingshaming]

Thank you.

[He sits, pondering if he wants to eat more or not]

Been busy then?

[cyan_maid]

[She won't force him.]

Oh yes, I've found some ways. Got my part of the cleaning bargain done this morning just to knock around here for a while. It's been...interesting, so far.

[She'll tell him if anything yields results, but until the mods can thread something out with her, we can leave the "why" it was interesting be.]

[kingshaming]

It's so strange to have an eatery right in the middle of a building- but I can't complain about the better-

[WOOOOH OHHHH~]

...this is certainly a long song, isn't it?

[cyan_maid]

Hm? Oh - yes, a bit long, isn't it? And it has a dip in the middle. Have you ever noticed sometimes, songs have a dip in the middle?

[How in the heck is she saying this with a straight face?]

[kingshaming]

[He nods along slowly- he's never really thought about it, but he suppose it's true?]

At least it's upbeat- but a little off-putting. This man certainly does love his cat.

[cyan_maid]

I think the song is actually about a woman. Sometimes songs do that, too, they don't call a girl by her name, just...a pussycat, or baby, or shawty. The list goes on.

[Casual sip of coffee.]

But then you get the songs where girls actually are called by their names, and it's still demeaning.

[kingshaming]

[comparing a women to a cat makes sense, and baby is universal. But-]

...shawty?

[cyan_maid]

It is a very stupid slang term, Mister Xander. It doesn't make any sense.

[What's New Pussycat fades out. It's dead quiet.

Then...

Bum-tss, ba-dum-tss, ba-dum-tss, ba-da-da-da-da-dum, It's not unusual~

Oh good, the song's changed. What's New Pussycat really IS long, huh?]

[kingshaming]

[Xander startles slightly at the sudden horns and percussion- he's still not really used to the machine yet]

...I'm not sure I like this man's music at all.

[cyan_maid]

[(heheheheheheheh)]

No? Hm...did you want to put in some of your own selections? The machine only plays so long as it's got a queue.

[Do you want to guess what song is coming next, Xander?]

[kingshaming]

I wouldn't know any of the songs, most likely. Maybe later I'll try some at random.

[Though once he starts listening to it, he does like this song better- and it's not the same thing over and over and ov

...then it switches. Xander makes a low noise in his throat, like something dying]

... J a n e....

[cyan_maid]

[The shit-eating grin that spreads on her face is damning evidence enough, and she ducks her head as she starts to laugh.]

Hoo hoo hoo! I - I really am sorry, Mister Xander, but - pfffftohoo, I couldn't resist! The darned jukebox is right there!

[She gets up and walks over to the jukebox, checking behind it - oh wow, thank God there's a plug right there. Whoever built this place must have known there'd be some asshole who Tome Jones'd the diner. She unplugs it, halting the music.]

There we go - no more pussycats!

[For now - and for Xander, she got her laugh, she can't rightly continue to torture him like this.]