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

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

We cooooould play outside the Overseers door. If it disturbs them, than good! Music ain't against the rules~!

[karappo]

[Karamatsu chuckles at that.]

What if they enjoy our beautiful musical stylings, though?

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

Eh, I dunno? Change their hearts through the power of music or somethin'? Only second fiddle ta like, the power of Love. I kiiiiinda doubt Shark-chan has an heart though, so that'll probably not work.

[karappo]

[Karamatsu raises a brow, drumming a hand against his guitar's body.]

It would be something else if she surprised us and the only key to her heart was music. Her non-existent heart.

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

I know right? A total shocker!

[Zombina snorts.]

What kinda music would she even like anyway, death metal?

[karappo]

I am sure she would want to claim she prefers fancier things. Like classical music.

[You know, because she's too good for everyone.]

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

Like funeral music!~ That's usually classical, ain't it?

[Funeral music because she really seems to want people to be dead.]