week 3

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Week 3

[Come week 3 of the Champion Excellence Program the high-flying feelings that came with the dodgeball game last week has dissipated, especially after the...everything that was that trial. Satan Mask sure was a thing that happened.

Just like last week, right on the dot at 7 am, the mechanical woman's voice chimes to awaken the remaining champions on Sunday morning. After the initial wake-up call though there's a new message tacked on:]

Congratulations, Champions! By surviving your second trial, you have unlocked the third 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.

[And again 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.]

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[ooc: welcome to week 3, everyone! Check-in has begun and don't forget to submit your memory regains!]

Comments

[kingshaming]

[He could put her down now that she's still. But instead he adjusts his hold so he's holding her more like a child then a hissing and spitting cat.]

I know... I know. But many of us here would suffer a great loss if we lost you. So please, let it go.

[damnfourthemerald]

[Everyone's taken this all Super Seriously, and honestly he didn't think the machine would count toward the rule, but good, gosh, great, now he feels bad that he was encouraging this. HE'LL BE OVER HERE, TRYING NOT TO LOOK AT THIS GOING ON. BETTER GLARE AT BOLTON INSTEAD. And try to resist the urge to break the damn thing himself.]

Maybe she might do well in the gym for a time.

[kingshaming]

Good idea. Would you like to come with, Shadow?

[If it helps he's not mad- he was gonna watch too. Till it hit him how badly this could have gone]

[damnfourthemerald]

...Sure. I think plenty of us need to blow off some steam as it is. [And means he can help keep an eye on Thomasin. Please don't cry again??]

[curdle]

How?

[ She makes a weird laughing/sobbing noise. ]

It's been only a fortnight, and all ye still... [ care about her despite not being part of a congregation and also not Christian at all! she sniffs. ] We are racked with agonies enough. I'll not add more.

[kingshaming]

Trauma only binds people closer. Better not to ask how or why.

[It was how his makeshift family was formed- even though they were all (mostly) related, they could have easily killed each other like their mothers wanted and father allowed. But everyone needs *someone* ]

..thank you. Let's go.

[He finally puts her down, though he keeps a hand on her shoulder in case she needs to be steadied]

[curdle]

[ Thomasin half expects her feet to give away under her when they touch the floor, but she stands firm and surprises herself. With even more sniffling, she aggressively wipes her eyes with her sleeve, then goes along with Xander and Shadow to PUNCH SOMETHING. ]