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

[curdle]

Acts of God through his disciples or Christ. They passed from the world ere I was ever born, and thou livest later still.

[refusedtoleave]

It's God's magic then. There really is no difference, other than how it's used.

[curdle]

No witch acts with God's power. With His allowance, aye, but their magic is Satan's. So -- so how does she use it?

[refusedtoleave]

To ward areas from evil, bring the dead back to live. The very same things that God has done, so how's it different?

[It's a shame she didn't know more about western religion.]

[curdle]

God hath no hand in it.

[ She can't counter this the way she should. All Thomasin can think, when she tries to come up with some great argument that will silence her, is the simple truth that Caleb is dead. ]

And she's not here, neither.

[refusedtoleave]

And? God isn't here either. There are no shrines or church for any deity here.

[If there is they haven't found it, and it's probably for a god of death.]

Whatever being that controls this area is a cruel one.

[curdle]

That's not how...

[ She cuts herself off, a troubled frown creeping across her already unfortunate-looking face. ]

You know naught of Him. [ It sounds more like realization than an indictment. She doesn't know what she's doing, railing at her or talking about any of this. ]

[refusedtoleave]

I know enough. I've heard enough about various gods in my life to know that multiple perform the same job.