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.]

Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday


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

Comments

[curdle]

[ After the motive fiasco, Thomasin quietly follows Xander and Shadow to the gym, where she proceeds to either do nothing much and just sit with her back to the wall watching other people do things, or maybe start eyeing that punching bag. She's debating whether it's really appropriate to burn off excess energy if one is imagining beating another, and also doesn't know how to form a fist. Help her.

With the spectacle she's made, she doesn't want to monopolize anyone's attention or force them to speak with her, which makes for some quiet, contemplative, passive-ass prompts. Later, she can be found in the sewing room, looking over the bolts of fabric and running her index finger over them, trying to figure out which to choose. In the greenhouse, she immediately seeks out the rosemary she's been talking about for a week now, and once she finds it she kneels down to breathe in the smell. She really should have brought scissors. The pigeons are fascinating, and when she's not trying to get them to perch near her like a Disney princess she's checking their roost for eggs. It's a habit well-ingrained by her old daily chores. Also, assuming there's an apple tree, she's gonna just stare up at that morosely for a bit. You know, real normal stuff. ]

sewing room

[ratherdoweddings]

Thomasin-chan? I saw earlier... are you feeling okay?

[curdle]

[ Her hands go back to her sides when she hears Yurika and turns to face her. ]

I am. [ She certainly looks better. Her hair is all braided up again, and her eyes are clear and calm. Perhaps a little embarrassed if anything. ] But I owe all who saw an apology for my... carriage and my words.

[ratherdoweddings]

It's okay. Kurumi-chan at that first trial, too... Everyone has a point where they can't take it. I doubt the Overseers even can talk to the dead.

[curdle]

It matters not so long as they can taunt us.

[ She bites her lip. ]

I could not abide it. Bolton... before the showers, he saw me weeping in the kitchens. [ It was actually the cafeteria, but who's even counting, also kitchens sounds more fittingly Ye Olde. ] He knew for what I cried, and did try to calm me -- he gave what comfort he could. I thought it was honest. And today, in the selfsame place--

It would be less cruel if they were only ever hard to us. That is why I went mad.

[ratherdoweddings]

Maybe there's some truth to the theory that they have to be cruel to us. I don't know yet. But we'll do what we can either way, no matter which side of Bolton-san or anyone else is the real one.

[curdle]

Perchance that is the truth of it. [ She remembers the way Bolton got suddenly, briefly cagey during their talk on Sunday before saying he couldn't tell her anything. ] They have the same cuffs. They may be bound to rules just as we.

... Dost think this week will be any different from the last?

[ratherdoweddings]

To be honest with you, I don't know. All I know is that we have to keep on going even if it is.

I... had a dream the other night, where someone important to me looked to be dead. Kurumi-chan told me it must be fine because the other memory I got had him alive and it must have taken place after, but I'm still worried. But in the dream, I was still taking the mission seriously... at least in front of my crew. Because the war was still on. It's like that here, too, I think.

[curdle]

You needed to lead them. If one of us is lost, all are.

I pray Kurumi is right.

greenhouse

[bylight]

[Lightning was still worried about Thomasin. The girl had gone off with Xander and Shadow so she hasn't seen her since. Not that she could say she was looking after having destroyed quite a few balls in the gym. She may or may not faintly smell of smoke.

The greenhouse was not a place she's been to as of yet, so stepping in makes her stop. It smells so different in here... Light spies the young girl and approaches slowly.]

Thomasin?

[curdle]

[ She's standing underneath an apple tree with her back to the trunk, looking up to watch what light filters through its branches and counting every ripe fruit she sees, until she hears that voice. ]

Lightning. [ She doesn't know what else to say, so she just kind of adds: ] What strange wonders they have given us.

[bylight]

[She looks up at the foliage and spies what she assumes are apples. They are smaller than the ones she's used to. Must be the environment...]

Did anyone explain to you why rooms like this exist?

[curdle]

Is't not to keep us fed if our rations cannot last?

[ what's oxygen lol ]

I never knew any manner of ship could hold such a bounty.

[bylight]

That's part of it. Who doesn't like fresh food?

[No need to get into super technical details. No lessons on oxygen for Thomasin just yet.]

It's not easy. They have to have a clean water source and proper lighting. They thought of everything for this room...

[curdle]

[ She doesn't know anything about anything, admittedly, but it seems so complex... ]

Dost think they put the work forth for us alone? Or be we but the latest in their history of champions?

[bylight]

There's no signs that there's been other champions before us. If there were, we would have found something by now.

[Or they could have deep scrubbed the entire station.]

[curdle]

Like as not you are right. But this seems so much. How could we be the first?

Gym

[misplacedxsheath]

[Margulis rarely allows himself strong shows of emotion, so whether he's in the gym out of a desire to hit something or simply for regular exercise is up in the air. He notices Thomasin eyeing the punching bag, however, and walks over to her.]

You know, under the circumstances, it may be for the best if you learned some rudimentary self-defense.

[curdle]

[ She's silent a moment, thinking of the past weeks' casualties. Chitanda, and then Angelica. Both girls near her years. Both of them older than her, if only by a little, but still... ]

It might be. But wherever should I start with such training?

[misplacedxsheath]

I have experience with training people. The most important part is your stance, if you don't know how to brace yourself properly, both your blocks and your strikes will be weak.

[curdle]

You say I must learn to stand before I can fight.

[ She says this pretty matter-of-factly, but her expression is more questioning. What... is a good stance? Help. ]

How can I practice?

[misplacedxsheath]

You need to train your feet to the proper positions. Imitate my stance.

[He shifts his feet into a position that looks like they would make an L if you drew a line from his heels back.]

[curdle]

[ She nods and shuffles her feet about, studying Margulis' positioning, until she's got it! Kind of got it, anyway; there's some room for shifting. ]

Is this it?

[misplacedxsheath]

Close, but not quite.

[He crouches down, half sitting on the ground. Adjusting someone's footwork is awkward when you're tall.]

Here, allow me to adjust your placement.

[curdle]

[ She wobbles a little, because a large dude closing in on your shins is not generally a balance enhancer even when you're not from 1630, but then steadies herself. ]

Pray pardon--

[ Once he gets her to shift into the right form, though, the worry in her expression clears. She stares down at her feet. ]

I can feel it.