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

[theoverseers]

[Jamie jerks in surprise when Lightning speaks, turning toward her as he moves his clenched fist away from his mouth and to his chest.]

Y-yeah. It's Sadie.

[bylight]

[Curiosity overtakes her and she heads over, kneeling down beside the sheet.]

How bad is it? [Is it okay to lift the sheet up?]

[theoverseers]

Pretty bad. [Jamie doesn't stop her because frankly he knows she could break him in half over her knee without breaking a sweat if she wanted to and he is not about that life.] We think she...she got her hands on one of the diner knives and tried to pry off her PIP. She got, um, a lot farther than I thought someone could before the electricity kicked in.

[bylight]

[Somehow she's not surprised at that description of the events.] Maybe that detachment translated to feeling pain as well.

[theoverseers]

It's possible. [He has his head turned away, avoiding looking at the body as much as he can until he actually has to.] Or she was just really determined to get it off. I can't say for sure.

[bylight]

... [She might have a theory.] She didn't seem all that bothered to be here... not until Angelica died. That's the most emotions she's shown since she arrived. This place may have broken her.

[theoverseers]

[He's still looking away but his body language somehow manages to deflate even further.]

...Yeah, maybe.

[bylight]

I'll keep an eye on the others. This serves as a warning even more than the rule did. [No matter how hard it is to think about it like that.]

[theoverseers]

Thanks, Lightning. [He sounds sincere.] I know you'll probably do this already but make sure the teenagers are alright and if you can keep them away from the diner for the rest of the night.

They-they don't need to see any of this.

CW: arm gore

[theoverseers]

[Well, it is okay...

The smell sure is a lot stronger over here next to the body - the coppery smell of blood combined with a sharp, metallic scent almost like charged static in the air, and of course all overlaid with burnt flesh.

Lifting the sheet reveals a head of blond hair, turned away from where Lightning is looking, one arm outstretched in a final unnatural paroxysm and the other clenched tight around one of the knives from the diner. Blood coats the knife, the floor, and of course, the arm.

Sadie Swenson is dead.

Her PIP has been peeled back from her arm, shredding the skin underneath it and revealing wires wrapped around and through the veins and arteries, which still ooze blood. The two bones of her forearm are visible in the shadow underneath the peeled-back PIP, white but smeared red with fresh blood.]

daaaaamn son, that is not pretty sounding

[bylight]

[It was meant to be a cursory glance, but it turns into a few minutes of studying the damage done to the body. She's seen messed up things in her life. This... this is a new one.

Seeing those wires makes Lightning reach her Pip clad arm with her other hand, digging her nails into her own skin. So there was things like that in all of them. It leaves her with an itch she knows would be too deadly to scratch.

With a soft sigh she replaces the sheet and stands.]

They went above and beyond in making sure we can't get out of here.