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

[refusedtoleave]

That's right. It's a parents job to care for and protect their children. From anything, even themselves sometimes-

... Is something wrong?

[cyan_maid]

Hm? Oh...ah, it's nothing. I'm just thinking about my Dad, now. I hope he's alright.

[refusedtoleave]

I'm sure he's fine. Worried but fine...

[cyan_maid]

Well, I know he can take care of himself just fine, but...him worrying leads to some very extreme things. He's moved the fridge to block the front door of our house before to keep me from going outside.

[refusedtoleave]

It's what fathers should do...

[She's just going to turn and look back at pigeons, and not so subtly change the topic.] I wonder if there are any other animals here.

[cyan_maid]

Worry, or block doors with an entire fridge? Because I'm fairly certain one of those things is incredibly excessive.

[But she'll take the topic change.] I suppose we'll have to look around and see, won't we? I doubt living here is going to do the poor birds any good, anyway.

[refusedtoleave]

Who knows, we might just find an entire farm. And if the pigeons look like this...

[cyan_maid]

...Oh no, we can't possibly have the space theme continue to extend to more animals. There's only so far it can go, I'm sure of it.

[Nebula pigs. Cosmic dust sheep. Moon chickens.]

[refusedtoleave]

Just imagine if they have sheep. Think of the wool we'd have...

[cyan_maid]

But if we did, what would we do with the wool?

[refusedtoleave]

If there is a farm, I wouldn't be surprised if there was the equipment needed to process it.

[cyan_maid]

...You know, I suppose I wouldn't be opposed to galactic wool sweaters.

[It's better than SILVER JUMPSUIT FOOTIE PAJAMAS]

[refusedtoleave]

We already have sewing equipment, and I'm sure they'll be something on knitting in the library.

[What about FOOTIE PAJAMAS WITH WOOLLY LEG/ARM WARMERS!?]

[cyan_maid]

[SURE]

I guess we'll just have to wait on finding those possible sheep.

[refusedtoleave]

[Sweet! The true 80s experience.]

Hopefully we'll be waiting a while.