theairlock | week 2

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!week 2

week 2

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!]

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[After dealing with Bolton and that inane sabotage that made him tempted to shove a ring up Bolton's ass just for some satisfaction, McBurn will be in the cafeteria for a bit. If anyone looks at him, he's very much looking annoyed and as he eats breakfast he's also playing around with a fireball in his left hand.

After his meal he'll head up to the second floor and go to the gym. If anyone is up for a sparring match, he'd welcome it. If not, he'll be taking out some frustrations by making use of the punching bag and a lot of fire on it. He'll actually also strip to the waist because his unitard is actually starting to get charred a bit from his uses of fire all the time. Anyone looking at him will notice he's quite muscular, but oddly has no scars, bruises or anything that gives evidence of previous battles, how peculiar.

For lunch he'll go over to the diner instead, just to avoid Bolton. Of course he's also been avoiding shower duty so eventually his PIP will start trying to annoy the hell out of him by reminding him.

Eventually around dinner time he'll get annoyed enough to go satisfy the dumb thing, though he'll do a pretty poor job attempting to clean the men's showers. After that, he's not going to bother with dinner, he'll instead see if he can find someone to smuggle some food out of the cafeteria for him.]

[One problem with your plan, McBurn. One person has decided that while everyone else is busy eating would be a great time to get his shower taken care of, since he's still not exactly feeling sociable. One of the showers is running, and from the amount of steam...there aren't many people who can run the shower that hot.]

[Definitely not many and considering the only other likely one is not currently showering, there's only one person it could be.

So not approaching while he's in the shower. Someone else could walk in and get the wrong idea. Instead he's going to try to quietly move towards a different shower and just get the stupid PIP to shut up already. Probably won't work all that well though.]

[Luckily, he definitely hears someone moving around out there. Especially with that PIP repeating reminders. Unfortunately, his clothes certainly aren't in the shower with him, so he's stuck with just a towel around his waist while he retrieves the unitard. He's showing some faded bruising from his fights earlier in the week, but that's nothing compared to the scars all over his torso and arms. They're mostly blade scars, but a few bullet or laser marks are scattered around, along with a couple burn scars so faded as to be almost invisible. Though his back has some scars as well, all of those look like they were left by a sword.]

McBurn, I ought to have known you'd be the only one with that thing still pestering you.

It's a bit difficult to go past the cafeteria right now. I'm not breaking rule 6 if I can help it.

The temptation to punch White in his smug face, or perhaps to see how well defended he is against flames, correct? I can't deny it's difficult to restrain.

Incredibly difficult and even more so when I'm already annoyed by the choice of "gifts" that arrived today.

You as well, hmm? Dare I ask what they decided to give you?

[He's just going to duck back into the shower to finish drying and dress. Not that it hides the sour tone of his voice.]

Something that shows that someone here got the same wrong idea about us yesterday.

[That's definitely a sound of disgust from inside the shower.]

As if it isn't bad enough that we have to deal with a few gutter brained teenagers...though if your first impulse is the same as mine, I ought to warn you that burning rubber is toxic.

[He's going to file that away as an interesting tidbit of knowledge.]

Then I'll have to find some other interesting use for them.

Personally, I'd suggest just throwing them in the garbage. We wouldn't want to encourage our 'gift' givers' obviously immature senses of humor.

Or I could gift them to Bolton. But anyway, I should probably make this thing shut up. Would you be up for a chat somewhere where prying eyes won't see later on? And bringing me some food perhaps?

The conference rooms should be clear by now, would one of those be suitable?

[Because no way is he going to suggest talking in their quarters with people already having ideas.]

That may be the best we can get. If anyone is around, I should be able to evade detection.

And they offer a measure of privacy even if someone else is in the library, although the door will unlock after three hours.

[As he found out this morning...]

Shouldn't need even that long. I just don't want to risk others hearing this, especially with their impressions of us now.

I have a feeling they'll think what they want to regardless. Public impression is a difficult thing to manage.

Yurika especially. Had better get this thing to shut up already. So I'll meet you in say a half an hour?

That sounds reasonable.

[He heads for the exit, but stops at the door and turns to smirk.]

Just try not to track drain filth into the library.

As if you can expect more than the bare minimum to shut this thing up.

[Still, once Margulis leaves he'll go ahead and make some effort to clean and shut the thing up. Then he'll grab a quick shower of his own. Once done, he'll head to the library and go into the conference room as quickly and quietly as he can. Thankfully he has training in stealth and when he decides to exert effort at it, he is very good at evading detection.]

[Margulis is waiting there with a plate of breaded chicken and a bottled drink, apparently from the diner. Rather than sitting in any of the chairs, he's chosen to lean back and half sit on the edge of the desk.]

[Once McBurn arrives, he'll end up sitting in a similar fashion, though closer to the food. His hair is still a bit wet from that shower, but not to the point of dripping. He did take the time to put his hair back after showering as well and put back in the improvised earring. And of course his PIP finally shut up, so all is good now. He'll take a quick swig of the drink.]

Seriously appreciate this. It's so obvious that Bolton is trying to push me towards either attacking him or becoming the next culprit.

Not surprised to see you either. Even better that you're still in one piece.

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