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theairlock2017-03-05 02:16 pm
airlockedmods) wrote in theairlock2017-03-05 02:16 pm
week 4
[Four weeks in and almost half the Champions' original numbers are gone. Eight people in the span of a month and, even with the Overseers seeming increase in empathy for the remaining Champions, there is no end in sight for the Champion Excellence Program.
And again at 7 am on Sunday the mechanical woman's voice chimes to awaken the remaining champions on Sunday morning. After the initial wake-up call the message tacked on:]
Congratulations, Champions! By surviving your third trial, you have unlocked the fourth floor of the ship. A new mini map has been added to your P.I.P.! To access the fourth 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.]
[ooc: welcome to week 4, everyone! Check-in has begun and don't forget to submit your memory regains!]
SUNDAY
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I shouldn't be surprised that you forgot me so quickly. You have every right to be suspicious of me, but there are forces here beyond our ken. I want to help, but every communication puts me in danger. If you're willing to support me, paint a red flower on the door to your room. If the Overseers ask what you're doing, tell them it was getting eerie to have no way to designate the living from the dead.
-T
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Later, she'll briefly turn up in the storage room, where she immediately grabs a couple of first aid kits to take back to her room. They're not much good just sitting tucked away somewhere obscure, after all.
The pool seems more promising. Ricky... isn't actually much of a swimmer, but it's not like there aren't plenty of people here who can keep an eye out for her, and it could make for a nice change of pace. But...]
Why are there ice skates?
[After eventually learning the answer to that question, she decides she's seen enough deathtraps for one day. With her map still unfinished, she retreats to the relative safety of the cat cafe, where she can drink soda and grumble about not needing any more ways to kill each other.]
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"have I gotten to all the tags from last night? of course I have. no need to actually confirm this."
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She has her cup of tea like she normally would. But it slips from her fingers.
Smashing and spilling. And she's leaning back against the counter. Hands clasped across her mouth.
Where is Jessica? ....Where is my daughter?
The only noise she makes are several strangled whimpers as she pushes herself further into the counter.]
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GG: GO RAID SOME TOMBS WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND. GO MAKE OUT WITH HIM OR BREAK UP WITH HIM, OR WHATEVER IT IS YOUR FICKLE, SELFISH HEART DESIRES!
GG: I AM AT THE END OF MY ROPE WITH YOU!
GG: I AM FED UP WITH YOUR STUPID MOVIES AND YOUR STUPID ADVENTURES AND YOUR STUPID OLD TIMEY CHARMS AND YOUR STUUUUUUPID DASHING GOOD LOOKS. WHO NEEDS ANY OF IT?????
GT: I say jane. Before you do anything rash...
GG: OH, WILL YOU PLEASE,
GG: JUST,
GG: STFU BUSTER!!!!!!!!!
Waking up after regaining memories had made a trend of being terribly disorientating. Each time, Jane really felt she had been away, and this time - this time, five whole months had been dumped onto her recollections. Five months of giant, dead planets littered with monsters. Five months of fighting with her friends to survive, adjusting to the weight and range of giant war forks. Five months. Of. Jake. Dumbass. English. She's still broiling mad when she wakes up, and needs to take time to get her breathing under control and let her brain settle into rational thought again. She shouldn't have blown up at him like that - he really was too dense not to realize her feelings were hurt. And besides, she hadn't said anything to him even though she'd had all that time. Wasn't that whole situation her own fault? And now her cake was ruined, and - no. No, Jane, you can't dwell on it. Not when you can't go back and change it. All you can do is let your feelings out and find the strength to move on and survive on the Starship Murderprise.
Jane decides to make the dodgeball room her home for the day, simply because after finding two dead bodies in the gym, she's very reluctant to go in there. On one side of the room, a torn page of a sketchbook depicts a sloppy doodle of a bespectacled, bucktoothed boy exclaiming "Gadzooks!!". On the other side, Jane stands with the basket of dodgeballs, gripping the rim of it tightly. Then...]
You - [Grabs a ball] - dense - [Arm whips back] - motherfucker!!! [BAM, ball is tossed, and it hits the picture smack in the middle. She's going to keep going until the basket's empty, but, uh...someone should intervene, probably.]
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Shadow is up earlier than usual. He wanders to through the cafeteria, reads the note--thoroughly ignores it. Whoever 'Temerity' is, he trusts them even less than the Overseers. Best to just...ignore everything distracting. Explore the new floor, though doesn't linger long in any of the rooms save for the storage room. If anyone finds him up there in the morning hours, he doesn't seem all there, like he's looking at everything but not quite seeing it, far away.
He doesn't show up for breakfast or lunch and in fact doesn't seem to ever be eating in the cafeteria all day long. In the library, he's got some technologically advanced books, note-taking on his PIP rather than on paper, but he goes through them rather quickly, like he's not finding what he's looking for.
The zero-g room seems to be something of a go-to meditation space for him, and he can be found curled up in a slowly spinning ball, not unlike the kind of ball he made when he out-MJ'ed the Jordan during the trial.
And in the evening, after Jamie's hours, he's continuing his distraction in the art room. It starts out as slashing a big brush of paint fervently over a canvas. If, uh...if you stick around, he'll just get more and more upset at himself, or at whatever he's painting, or at something that please duck he's whirling a whole tin of paint around and aiming to wreck something... Not the whole room, but--look, either stop him or he's going to have his fill of destruction and retire and let some mysterious force clean it up or not.
Art therapy his black and fuzzy ass.]
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The memory isn't great, but that just seems to be one more blip of pain in his already foggy head. Thanks to Jamie and his godsend of a water bottle he's not AS hungover as that slop he drank should have made him. But there was no getting out of his night of self destruction unscathed. Still, he doesn't sleep in- that would be weakness. So after reading the strange new note and fighting down some eggs and toast and, well, a small nip of the dog that bit him he goes about his day.
Which... isn't much, to be honest. He can be found most anywhere until the afternoon- he will groggily talk to anyone that approches him... but he is clearly looking for someone in specific.
Once that is handled, for good or for ill, he heads to the art room for a few hours before Shadow's little bit of art therapy. He's once again painting, though this time is it a much simpler piece: slightly abstract roses. At first glace they seem to be black, but anyone that came closer and saw the still wet paint might see they are such a deep blood red that they look black until one was closer.
A very notable choice of subject, after that note. Maybe he wants to talk about it? Either way, by the time evening comes around
and he relents the space to a very cranky hedgehoganyone going by his room might find a small dotting of very dark red fingerprints, clustered together on Xander's doorframe- like he gripped it after a stumble to get his still queasy self inside. Or not.After dinner he finally goes to look more at the new floor, and can be found pondering the dance studio fondly. After figuring out the small CD player
and getting horribly startled by the Space Jam musiche manages to switch the music out to something more classical.It's not the same as the music back home, but it's closer then anything else he's found, and he spends up until bedtime enjoying it, hand resting on the barr]
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I noticed we've got a pub now, and I wanted to remind everyone that the last thing we need in a situation like this is someone getting piss-brained and doing something that'd end up on internet or something if we had the internet here. That's exactly the kind of thing to escalate way out of control, and I hope I don't need to remind everyone what the stakes are while we're here. I know I can't actually tell anyone not to have a pint if they want to, especially those of us that are actually at whatever the drinking age is where they come from, but we should all exercise a little caution-
[The note continues on rambling, going from discussing the effects of alcohol on perception and inhibitions and the nervous system at a molecular level, to discussing safe drinking habits in overly medical terms, to at least one ridiculous-sounding home remedy for a hangover, to a more than slightly embarrassing drinking story involving several historical figures that by rights shouldn't have been alive at remotely the same time. It's pretty tedious.]
[But buried somewhere in the middle of it is one sentence that might be missed at first glance, but is entirely out of place and looks to have been written over two or three times to make it just a little heavier than the rest of the note.]
Anyone else notice that these murders are happening on an awfully regular basis?
[Later on in the day the Doctor can be found back in the Holodeck. He'll shut off the simulation if anyone enters, but anyone but the most unobservant will be able to see a dimly lit room full of wires and computer consoles, and a giant screen of some kind displaying a single burning eye in the middle of a mess of twisted flesh. If they're quicker, they might be able to see what looks like a facsimile of the Doctor himself at the far end of the room, but they're more likely to notice the large number of -what the hell are these, art deco trash-cans?- occupying the room.]
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Once breakfast is done with, it's time to explore the new rooms. She kneels at the edge of the pool, staring deep into the chlorinated depths, rolls up her sleeves, and scoops some water up in her cupped hands. She does not, thank god, drink it, but does raise it to her face and sniff it before splashing it back in. Clearly this is not the water source she was theorizing, and without that there's no real reason to dally further; she's never been in water much deeper than the brook by the farm and doesn't intend to start here.
She looks over the store room, stares at the floor length mirrors in the dance studio, and spends quite a while checking out the offerings of the bar. It's been so long since she's actually drunk beer with a meal, and the water has clearly done them no ill, but still... not on the Sabbath day, though. But there's no harm in trying to find some cider or ale for later! Maybe she can store it with the milk, for next morning, which is a normal thing everyone does. And around lunchtime you can find her standing in front of Temerity's note in the cafeteria, silent and focused, for a good five minutes at the very least. ]
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In his kind of private study room he has erased the notes on the whiteboard. The Hope's Peak game is finished, there's no sense in keeping that up. If anyone enters the study they'll find him reading. As soon as he notices your presence he'll ask something, though:]
Did you read the note in the Cafeteria?
[It's an interesting event, in his opinion.
That's why later he can be seen drawing a small red flower on a side of the door of his room, small so the Overseers don't notice it, hopefully. Feel free to ask him about it.
Or you could talk to him while he's in the Bar. He's taking bottle upon bottle of liquor and putting them on the stupid swimming pool he received so long ago. Once it's full, he's going to start dragging it away towards the transporter and the trash compactor. Huh. What's he up to now?]
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MONDAY
cw: self-harm
Later, with a bandaged arm (thanks, supply room!), he'll be in the holodeck meticulously recreating a lab-looking room with some kind of containment pod in the middle, and also himself. His holo-self is so eerily lifelike, but at least it only just stands there for now. With its arms crossed. As you do.
In the gym, he's working out, with weights, increasing the weight as he goes. Push-ups, pull-ups, a round with the punching bag where he seems to be determined to make it fly back as far as he can. At least he's taking his energy out on...not the poor art room this time.]
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Jane spends most of the morning in front of her door with paints. Her art skills are far from the best, it's true, but she makes up for it with the sheer amount of color and stuff that she's putting on there - her name is in the center, surrounded by a cyan beast, a rabbit with ridiculous sunglasses, mustaches, cakes, and simplified portraits of some of the people who she's gotten to know. Chitanda is there, of course, along with Kurumi, Ricky, Yurika, Lightning, Xander...she tries to get everybody on there, even Togami, but there's only so much room. At the bottom of the door, however, it's worth noting that she's painted grass and trees...and a single red flower, which is the only bit of red she's used at all.
In the afternoon, you'll find Jane in the cafeteria. She's commandeered a table with a small assortment of items she'd be happy to give away or trade, and if you come in, she'll be quick to call you over.]
Hey! Do you want any of this stuff I got from that dumbwaiter? I don't really need it...
[The gloves there, however, are specifically being held aside for someone with cold hands. You know you you are, come pick 'em up.]
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Still, there's more to do, like checking out the pool! Yurika will be testing out if her Champion uniform is waterproof and checking the water, and possibly just messing around with the floaties.
She'll also be in the arcade again, trying out all the games. She'll wave you over if you come in.]
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Have we found any meal at all?
[ Grains. She means grains. ]
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Meeting the Fourth
It still has that cat from two weeks ago on it. In fact it doesn't seem smudged at all over time. Xander doesn't acknowledge it, instead:]
While this is still, as always, for us all to compare notes from the week, there's something else I would like to discuss while we are all here.
We were told from the start, that this is an experiment. Of course, myself and many others brushed that off as the ramblings of madmen- such a thing could at best be some form of torture or sick game. But as this goes on I am not so sure of that.
I am not a man of science but I do know this: an experiment is meant to prove or disprove a theory. If this is meant to discover something it might be in our best interest to hypothesize what we are here to prove. What is the goal?
Also:
[He takes one of his markers (the red one, in fact) and does a quick diagram of the basic shape of the station- the center, and the left wing.]
From what I have been reading (bless Griffin for that one important gift of knowledge) stations like this are often rounded. To create fake gravity and account for the greatest amount of space in the easiest to maintain form. So I suspect that we are missing more then more floors to this place.
[He adds another wing to the right side]
Which would also account for where Bolton and Jamie go when they are not antagonizing us- as well as all our supplies. I have no proof of this, but it might be worth investigating.
[He caps his marker and crosses his arms. The floor belongs to the group now]
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This is not a pool episode.Before the meeting she paints a red rose on her door. Roses... are rather important to her. It seems appropriate.
In the late evening she will go to the bar. Light never had been the biggest drinker, but the occasional drink wasn't that bad for your health. If any of the younger than 21 crowd comes in, she will not let them touch a drop of alcohol. As for the adults? She wouldn't mind the company.]
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TUESDAY
MOTIVE: UH.....IDK HOW ABOUT THIS?
The neutral computer voice announces through the PIPs for everyone to gather in the cafeteria around midday, but neither Jamie nor Bolton appear on time. It's finally Bolton who comes running in from the hallway, wearing the same plaid shirt and red tie that he'd been wearing for his office hours that morning, both sleeves rolled up to his elbows and carrying a book, which he sets down next to the espresso machine.]
Sorry I'm late-
[He doesn't comment on Jamie's absence, but it's noticeable.]
For this week's motive, uh...hm... How about an old classic? If there's no murder by the end of the week, then all of your homes will be destroyed. Sound good? Great.
[And then he's off, before anyone can stop him, picking up his book and slipping through the door to his and Jamie's side of the station.]
((OOC: In addition to this quickie motive, Jamie still has a surprise planned for later this afternoon, so while you're free to react to the motive we recommend that you wait until Jamie's post later to put up top-levels.))
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Incentive: Paint Party
Attention, Champions! [It's Jamie! He sounds like he's in a good mood but in a way that's barely hiding a deep well of stress.] Please ignore everything Bolton told you earlier and report to the art room.
[The art room has finally been unlocked and inside twelve easels have been set up with stools, canvases and other painting supplies in four neat rows of three. With the other easels not in use seven are neatly folded and propped up against a far wall and one is haphazardly shoved off to the opposite side of the room. Jamie, dressed in his paint-splattered jeans and light blue button-down, is waiting for the Champions and radiating stressed, slightly manic energy. His hair is messily pulled back and the dark circles under his eyes are more prominent than usual.]
Today we're going to have a nice time and just do some painting. [He claps his hands, flashing a slightly strained smile at the group.] I have a project in mind that I'm going to teach you guys how to do and you all have everything you need at your stations to do it but if you have something else you- [The art room door slides open again and Bolton sheepishly slinks in with his book. Jamie stops mid-sentence and stares at him with a scowl while he makes his way to the exiled stool in the corner and sits there like a scolded dog. Jamie swiftly turns his attention back to the Champions, pointedly not acknowledging his fellow Overseer any further.]
If you have something else you want to make, you're welcome to it. This is just going to be fun and relaxing. [Says the least relaxed person in the room and with this group that is an accomplishment.]
[Who's ready to paint some happy little trees?]
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The propensity for cruelty and the potential for kindness constantly war within every human heart, a question of whether it is what you have been taught to be true, or what you know to be true that is the righteous path for you to follow. If seeing is believing, then it's what you see that matters. There will always be someone who will try to make you into their vision, but someone else cannot tell you what you can make of yourself. It is a fundamental right to guarantee a better life for yourself and the future. Always remember that right because if you don't it will be taken away from you. The next generation is watching.
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WEDNESDAY
Mods needed in the Diner
She takes the cake mix with her to the diner in the morning, rapping on the wall with her knuckles.] Excuse me, Mister or Miss Robot? Do you mind if I give you a little something? I thought, you've been so kind to humor all my weird orders, and I really should give something back...
[Will it take the mix? That remains to be seen.
Any other part of the day after her lovely sabotage, you can find Jane pretty much anywhere in the space station, as if she's actively looking for people - and if she sees you, she'll come up to speak to you. Gosh, those oven mitts look lovely on her.]
Hey! So, Mister Xander said he wouldn't mind teaching people to do some ballroom dancing today - er, though, considering...things, it'd probably be better to postpone it for the future. Either way, would you like to come? I think it'll be a nice, fun thing to do.
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SABOTAGED!!!!!!
On the cart itself he has: a large jack-o-lantern helmet with jagged eyeholes and teeth, two oven mitts, a pair of rollerskates, a large metal bar with handcuffs at each end, and a...black speedo with gold thread and a tasteful magenta stripe down the ass.
Alright, will the real Togami, Jane, Lightning, and Xander, please stand up and claim your fabulous prizes.]
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1/2 as foretold by the prophecy
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THURSDAY
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This morning, Yurika will be in the dance studio, winding paper chains around the barre and trying to toss some up onto the chandelier. Later, she'll be putting up cutesy drawn signs in the gym, with messages like "You can do it," "Justice and love," and "Please don't murder anyone else in here."
She'll take a break to rest in the cafeteria, which gets derailed when she just starts staring out the window into space.]
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