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! ))

Comments

[unhappylittletrees]

...Pretty sure I'd know if I didn't. [And now he's ignoring the heat creeping up into his ears and face.]

[dejabrew]

[That's kind of cute. Bolton's hands shift on the mug and he raises it to his mouth for a slow sip.]

Well, maybe be careful not to act like you're craving desperation pie.

[unhappylittletrees]

Wow, I slave over a hot coffee maker for you and you come out and accuse me like this. Maybe next time I'll bring over a humble pie.

[dejabrew]

[He chuckles.]

As long as it doesn't have dairy in it.

[But he slowly savors another sip of coffee.]

Thank you, for the coffee. It's not bad.

[unhappylittletrees]

If I can find almond milk in space I can try.

[Jamie grins.]

Good. Coming from the a Champion Barista "not bad" feels like a pretty big compliment.

[dejabrew]

[That grin makes him feel a little better, somehow.]

We could make a proper barista out of you yet, Mr. Fell.

[unhappylittletrees]

Nice to know if my art degree amounts to nothing I can still get a fancy apron and make good coffee for cute guys.

[dejabrew]

[He nearly chokes on the next sip of coffee, only his well-practiced stable hand keeping him from sloshing it when he muffles his coughing into the crook of his elbow.]

[unhappylittletrees]

Oh shi- [Ding dong ding dong.] You okay?