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

[bylight]

[Seeing as she was distracted by quite a few things yesterday, Lightning almost forgets about her little gelatin experiment in the kitchen. Both of the sheets are still in one piece, so now she has to figure out just what shapes to cut them into. So carefully, with a knife, she starts to cut out a green shape that is supposed to be a chocobo, and a red one that looks like a moogle. Sans the little bubble above its head.

If there's cookie cutters... well, someone get some for her. Else shell keep free cutting shapes.

After that, she will be doing her shower cleaning duties a little too thoroughly. Military and personal standard and all.]

KITCHEN FOR JELLO

[cyan_maid]

[Even if it's a cruddy place where nothing can come to fruition ever, Jane is wandering into the kitchen again - like if she comes in enough times she'll suddenly find flour and sugar and eggs, or heck, even a box of cake mix. (But she would not stoop so low as to use Pillsbury or Duncan Hines. Hell no.) Still, it's probably better she found Lightning instead.]

Oh, hello Lightning. What are you doing with...jello?

[That sure is a bunch of shiny, wiggly gelatin]

[bylight]

[She looks up from cutting out what looks like a feather.]

Jello?

[Is that what this stuff is called?]

[cyan_maid]

Um, well, gelatin, I suppose it's called - Jello is just a brand, but it's used as shorthand for gelatin fairly commonly. Anyway...

[Holy crap is she cutting a feather out of it? That's...definitely different, but the good kind, the creative kind. Jane smiles.]

Golly, now that's not a shape I've ever seen it in.

[bylight]

[Well, as long as it's edible, she couldn't care less what it's called.]

I couldn't find the cookie cutters.

[Or at least shapes she recognized.]

[cyan_maid]

[If Jane had pockets, this is where she'd stuff her hands into them. At least she can pout indignantly.] It wouldn't be the first baking insult I've found in this kitchen. Still, it's definitely better to make due with what we've got.

[bylight]

[She nods, finished the feather cut out. It joins the moogle and chocobo.]

It is. Serah would throw a fit. [Also] The red stuff smells a lot better than the green stuff.

[cyan_maid]

The red is probably based on some kind of berry. The green...hm, I think lime might be the most common for that.

[Just gonna come over and look at that handiwork.] What are the other shapes?

[bylight]

Berry and lime. As long as they taste good, I'll be fine with them.

[She points at the bird.] That's a chocobo. [Points at the other.] That's a moogle. Without the bauble.

[cyan_maid]

A Chocobo and a Moogle...I've never heard of either of those things before. Are they common in your world?

[bylight]

Chocobo are, moogles are rarer. The latter can speak. Both can cast magic.

[cyan_maid]

...There's a lot of magic in your world, isn't there?

[I mean, it's just a sense she's getting.]

[bylight]

There used to not be. [They kind of broke the world, Jane.] I've never seen an actual moogle.

[cyan_maid]

But now there is?

[Going to look down at the little gelatin Moogle.] So this is...based off of illustrations, I'm guessing.

[bylight]

Only for a few of us. [She nods.] Yes.

[cyan_maid]

So it's...more of a lost skill, then. Or, you can find it, but only if you look. It kind of sounds like what happened to a lot of things to improve life quality after the big ancient civilizations fell.

[They don't call it the Dark Ages for nothin'.]

[bylight]

.... more like we were cursed with the ability. And it seems to have stuck around.

[cyan_maid]

Oh. Um. Huh.

[Why are all these super weird things turning out to be real, this is bullshit]

[bylight]

[It's a Final Fanatasy world. What do you expect.]

I don't bear the mark anymore, so my having magic... it's not something I've figured out yet.

[cyan_maid]

You have to have a mark, too? That's part of it?

[bylight]

It's called a Brand, and it's a mark that you've been given a Focus by a Fal'Cie. The Fal'Cie give you the ability to use magic so you do their bidding.

[cyan_maid]

Uh...huh. So it's not just a curse, like you said - it's definitely...indentured servitude? I'm guessing it doesn't usually wear off.

[Then it's slavery, Jane. Magical slavery.]

[bylight]

[That's basically it.]

No. You either turn into a Cie'th, die, or turn to crystal. Death is the kindest option.

[cyan_maid]

[oH......]

Well, I'm...glad you didn't turn into crystal...?

[bylight]

It's a crystal sleep. Immortality in its own way.