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

[refusedtoleave]

...Thank you? [She probably shouldn't accept food from him, but it's been a weird day.]

[theoverseers]

[I mean he's making it right in front of her, it's not like she can't see his hands. He grinds the beans, tamps them, clicks the portafilter into place. He has the practiced grace of a seasoned dancer at the machine, as he pulls the shot and then pours it over a scoop of ice cream for her.]

Ice cream's too sweet for me, usually.

[He hands her the bowl and spoon, then takes a bite of his own while he waits for her reaction.]

[refusedtoleave]

[Who knew coffee could be so complicated? Not her, she knows her way around a tea ceremony instead. It's sort of like watching Gouda work, which is unnerving. But she's going to make sure he doesn't do anything to odd.

She squints at him when she takes it, then...squints some more when she has a nibble...]

It's okay, for coffee.

[theoverseers]

Hm. Well, if you don't like coffee, you don't like coffee.

[He takes another bite.]

I think it's good eats.