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]

Still... there's a couple of people I wouldn't put it past in this place.

[refusedtoleave]

I can think of a few as well... Maybe it's best if we don't mention it...

[bylight]

Don't worry. I'm keeping those names too myself. Even with Xander.

[He might think she's being paranoid.]

[refusedtoleave]

Not only that, if it really is something then telling the wrong person... [Someone might already be paranoid.]

[bylight]

If you're that worried and need to let it out, make a diary. Keep it in your room.

[refusedtoleave]

I used to keep one when I was younger...

[bylight]

It might do you some good here.

[refusedtoleave]

Well, I'll think about it... It's not like we're lacking time here.

[bylight]

[Think of it as taking care of your mental health.] It might help you sleep at night.

[refusedtoleave]

[That earns you a scoff.] I doubt that. Before coming here I was on so much medication to help me sleep. Nothing worked.

[bylight]

Then stop relying on medication and find something else to help you sleep. Exercise, journaling... other activities you can think of. Don't just give up.

[refusedtoleave]

[You're about 30 years too late for that.] Do you think I haven't tried other things? Unfortunately, it's just they way my body is.

[bylight]

[Don't make her go to Jamie and Bolton to ask for meds for you.] That sounds like an excuse... How long did you try each thing? A day or two?

[refusedtoleave]

Why are you doing this? I've been in and out of the doctors' office since I was a child... [But she sighs and thinks about it anyway.]

I only stopped keeping a diary when I was brought here. Most nights I try to walk around the entire mansion, and make sure everything has been tended to.

[bylight]

[Because pushing people can help them.]

Did you ever find any of it relaxing? Or just stressful?

[refusedtoleave]

Neither. It felt good to let write everything out on paper but I had to remember it in the process.

[bylight]

Remember? So you've got a faulty memory?

[refusedtoleave]

No. But do you like to think about horrible things that happened?

[bylight]

I don't. But I don't run from them either.

[refusedtoleave]

I don't either. I write them all down so I can get them out of my head.

[bylight]

Clearly that hasn't helped.

[You need a shrink, lady.]

[refusedtoleave]

It's better than thinking about it constantly...

[bylight]

[This conversation is now getting nowhere. Natsuhi is so damn stubborn.]

Start a damn journal here then.

[refusedtoleave]

[Pot meet kettle. She's storming off in a huff.]

I already said I will!

[bylight]

[Hey at least she admits she's stubborn.

Have fun with the anger walk. Don't trip on the way out.]