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

[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.]