Week 3

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Week 3

[Two weeks in, and all at once four people are dead. Chitose, Miki, Lucina, and Tsurugi - whatever the circumstances, however any of you may feel, their rooms are just as empty at the end of the week. If you check your P.I.P.s, you'll find that their pictures on the profile page have gone monochrome.

C.E.C.E.'s morning announcement comes like clockwork on Sunday. This time, though, there's an addendum to her usual message:]

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.

[In addition to the new floor, the Champions will find that they've gained another memory this week.]


Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday



(( Welcome to Week 3! Don't forget to check in and submit your memory regains! Turn in your benefactor threads for sweet loot, too! ))

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[theundertaken]

[Max, as per usual, is making breakfast again this morning. This time, though, it's real pancakes, straight from the diner! He seems to also be mixing up something sweet-smelling, which seems to be caramelizing on the stove. It seems that he's gotten a new outfit out of the dumbwaiter for today - a pair of jeans and a T-shirt from some pizza place that doesn't seem to fit him quite right.

Later in the afternoon, he finally gets up the courage to attempt the zero-gravity room. You can find him in there lazily turning somersaults in the air and shaking water out of a vodka bottle to bead in the air.

Sometime in the evening, you might catch him putting a bouquet of daisies in the same bottle down in front of the memorial wall.]

Breakfast

[photoshooter]

[Oh my god, the diner is the place to BE from now on. Fuck space food! Fuck Cape Canaveral!]

Are those real?

[Fresh pancakes are a far, far cry from unbaked rehydrated cake batter.]

[theundertaken]

They're real!

[Max beams, half because of real food and half to see Prompto out and about.]

You want some? I'm gonna put some of this on mine. [Holds up the spoon he's stirring his pot with to let something thick and caramel-looking slowly drip off.]

[photoshooter]

Uhh, what is that? In the pot.

[Curious...]

[theundertaken]

It's cajeta. It's like, a syrup they make in Mexico. This isn't reeeeeeally right...but it's probably kinda close?

[photoshooter]

...Wellllll, sure, I'll try it. Sweet stuff's okay once in a while, right?

[theundertaken]

...I’lllllll just give you a bit on the side. Not much of a sweet tooth?

[photoshooter]

I don't hate sweet things, I just gotta watch what I eat. Especially when I'm not, you know, running for my life as much as usual.

[Not just any adult man can shimmy into a pair of skinny punk girl shorts, Max. He's got a waistline to maintain.]

[theundertaken]

Heh. Gotta stay in god-fighting shape?

[Fair, fair fair fair]

That's fair. I don't usually think a lot about that stuff, I'm just built like an eternal freaky stick figure. [weird sloth arms]

[photoshooter]

Aww, lucky. It's always been like that for you?

[Tell him your secrets, sloth man.]

[theundertaken]

Yeah? I mean, I don't think "bone scarecrow" is most peoples' ideal. [He spreads his sloth arms demonstratively, look at his weird proportions.] But I've never been able to put on all that much weight. It's, like, a metabolism thing.

Still probably bad for me to eat garbage all the time, I've gotten better about that as I've gotten older. I mean, for all I know it'll give out when I hit forty and I'll gain like two hundred pounds all at once.

memorial

[andjerry]

[it's late, but well before he feels Akira sneaking around. he doesn't want to be seen and hopes Max's addition to the memorial is enough of a distraction that he won't be found. he should come out later, add to it after the Saturday night horrors of another dead girl, this one he was an inch from striking the final blow on before Agent York told him to stop, wait- but how can he leave something like that without it feeling insincere?

...so he's stopped long enough to wait for Max to be close to finishing.]

Who is it? ...if you don't want to talk, we don't have to.

[theundertaken]

[Max straightens up quickly, but he doesn't seem any more alarmed when he sees exactly who it is.]

Who's what?

[andjerry]

That didn't come out right... I didn't know if you were thinking of someone in particular. ...I've been here a couple minutes.

[theundertaken]

...oh. [He slips his hands in his pant pockets - he's wearing jeans and a T-shirt from somewhere.] I dunno. Everyone, I guess. Just thought this was a better place for the flowers.

[andjerry]

It was. ...it doesn't get easier to see this place, though.

[theundertaken]

...guess not.

[Max is quiet for a moment, looking at the memorial rather than Thomas. There were things he'd wanted to ask the guy - he did mean it when he said he'd talk to him again - but he wasn't prepared to do that right this second. He'd been thinking of other things.]

But uh, hey, not your first time on the murder-go-round. You helped kill that girl you were acting so sad about, didn't you?

[andjerry]

[he expected this, but it still brings up an urge to defend himself with what few facts make the truth kinder.]

I wasn't there. I didn't know it was going to happen until it did, and then- no one would have believed me.

[theundertaken]

....what, ‘cause you just knew without any proof?

[andjerry]

[he shakes his head, turning half-away]

...Because of who it was. I know what he's like, but... he doesn't show that to just anyone. Who'd believe the man who keeps this town safe really wants something else?

[not until they're in too far to stop it, at least]

[theundertaken]

[...............oh. Oh, my god? Max takes a second to suddenly reframe every interaction he's ever had with Thomas. He is...he's basically literally talking about an abusive boyfriend, huh.]

Aren't those always the ones, though. People like that know how to put on a good face, else they'd never get to where they are in the first place.

Breakfast

[unhappylittletrees]

Oh my goood, that smells so good. I can smell it all the way down the hallwa-

[...]

Max, those are my clothes.

[theundertaken]

[Max had turned around smiling, ready to respond to that first thing, but - ]

Really?

[unhappylittletrees]

Yeah! [He laughs, looking Max up and down.] Those are my painting clothes I've had since high school!

[theundertaken]

[Max laughs, lifting his arms a little and doing a turn.]

It did seem a little small...but all those turtlenecks I keep getting are huge, so I thought it evened out.