week 4

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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.]

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[ooc: welcome to week 4, everyone! Check-in has begun and don't forget to submit your memory regains!]

Comments

[cyan_maid]

[...Does it have to be in the Art Room? Does it have to? The room still makes Jane incredibly not relaxed herself - but she has a mission and by gum she's going to carry it out. Once Jamie finishes his explanation, she steps forward with a modest brown cake. The scent of coffee permeates the air around it, but doesn't overpower the nose.]

Mister Jamie? Before we begin, I wanted to give you and Mister Bolton something. You two missed out on the cake I managed to make last week, and I thought that perhaps...it might be a nice thing to share, right?

[After whatever reaction she gets from the two men, Jane will go over and pick an easel, humming to herself as she paints something more like flowers struggling to burst out of a dark crack in the land. Though...she's really rather poor at it, since the color ends up all muddled at the edges of things.]

[theoverseers]

[A-awww. The strain in Jamie's expression softens a little.]

That's really sweet of you. Thanks, Miss Crocker.

[Watch him eat that whole cake by himself later. Just you wait.]

[cyan_maid]

Now, be sure you and Mister Bolton share it, alright? It's flourless, so it's quite rich.

[Says it while smiling at Bolton...genuinely? Hey, what can she say, even assholes can make her smile when she's handing out cake.]

[theoverseers]

[He nods but his smile gets just a touch tighter when he does.]

I can't wait.

[cyan_maid]

[...Shucks that was the wrong thing to say. Augh, gomen Jamie]

Ah...well, um, do tell me what you think, alright?

[theoverseers]

Will do. It's been a long time since I've had homemade cake. [He really is excited for the cake, just don't expect Bolton to get any this time.]

[cyan_maid]

[...Well he is an asshole, so.]

You know, if there's any chance at getting to more ingredients than what I can finagle out of the dishes at the diner, I can always make more. It's just a suggestion, though, I'm not counting on there being ways to fulfill it in space and all.