week 4

[airlockedmods]

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.]

Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday


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

Comments

Mods needed in the Diner

[cyan_maid]

[Well, yesterday had certainly been its own thing, hadn't it? Complete with a new coded message from the mysterious Temerity. For how down in the dumps Jane had been at the beginning of the week, her outburst of energy on Sunday had made way for a lot of room for better, more positive feelings. And getting a box of red velvet cake mix out of the dumbwaiter? Gosh darn but she can't help smiling just a little bit.

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.

Pretty Much Anywhere

[imnotfat]

No.

[What other response did you expect? After a moment Togami shrugs]

I already know how to dance. I have no need to go watch everyone twirl like amateurs.

[cyan_maid]

[A sigh, and we're folding our arms in front of us. Also how can she tell that it's Togami through A FUCKING JACK O LANTURN ON HER HEAD, we just don't know.]

Then you really wouldn't want to grace us with your experienced presence? Show off a little bit? Golly, what a shame it'll be...

[The tone is thick with phony disappointment. Yeah, she expected this. Doesn't mean she's above seeing if you'll show up to be a ponce about it.]

[imnotfat]

I don't show off.

[What a liar]

You're not in condition to dance with anyone, either. How do you expect to see anything through that ridiculous mask and touch anyone with the oven mitts?

[cyan_maid]

Oh, I can make the mitts work. [And then, after a pause.] Though I don't understand what you mean, Mister Togami. What mask?

[What pumpkin mask, she asks, tilting her head as it shifts along with her.]

[imnotfat]

Acting coy will get you nowhere.

[do you want to dance with togami or something, jane? is that what you want???]

[cyan_maid]

[Ew no, not in a million years. Bluh!]

...It's called "making due with your situation", Mister Togami. If I need to look ridiculous, then I'm going to act, in my own way, ridiculous.

[imnotfat]

You haven't needed to look ridiculous to be ridiculous.

[There's your gratuitous jab of the week, Jane. After a moment he sighs, crossing his arms]

Fine. I guess there's no harm on going, if only to have something to do. Don't count on me dancing with anyone, though.

Post sabotage

[kingshaming]

Ah... Jane.

[He doesn't wanna talk to anyone while in this state, but he has something folded in his hands for her]

Do you have a moment?

[cyan_maid]

[There are two advantages to Jane's situation - one is that she has a limited view of Xander's goods on display, and the other is that he can't see how red her face becomes even with the amount she can see.]

O-Oh, of course! Yes I do, Mister Xander...what, ah, what is it? I figured...you probably aren't in much of a state to teach dancing, huh?

[I mean we'd all enjoy the view but for the sake of friendship........]

[kingshaming]

Not until this is past, no...

[That might be sexual misconduct if he did]

But I think this might be yours? At least it looks like the painting on your door.

[Shirt get?]

[cyan_maid]

[We will not be participating in sexual misconduct on this space station. Fuck that noise.

Jane leans a bit closer, gently taking the shirt into her hands to look at the front a bit closer-]

Oh!! Oh my goodness, it is - where did you find it?!

[SHIRT GET!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[kingshaming]

It arrived with my own clothing in the dumbwaiter. I don't know if they thought it would fit me... but I'm glad someone can get use of it.

[cyan_maid]

[You can't see it, but she's beaming so very, very brightly as she hugs the shirt to her chest.]

Oh my God...thank you, Mister Xander, thank you so much! I'm going to wear it the moment I can tear this stupid mask off of my head, I promise! And then I'm going to give you a hug!

[BECAUSE A HUG RIGHT NOW WOULD BE TOO MUCH FOR BOTH OF THEM]

[kingshaming]

[He chuckles warmly]

No need for thanks- as I said, it wasn't like I was going to wear it.

and by anywhere we mean the bar

[damnfourthemerald]

[He had done cursory exploring of the floor with Ricky, but his mood had been...super shitty for being thorough. While he's still very distracted, he's at least trying to make up for his earlier lack of care. The bar's. interesting. and full of interesting bottles. and he's interested-ly picking them up and reading the labels.

But honestly Jane's distracting from the distraction is welcome. Even if the topic is ??? to him.]

...He knows how to dance? Well enough to teach?

nice

[cyan_maid]

[You know, Jane wouldn't have consciously come into the bar if she could see well, but since she's here, she's here - and oh, that's Shadow, right? Funny how you spend a month in a space station and don't talk to the only remaining furry.]

Oh yes! He is a prince, after all - you've got to know how to participate in balls and stuff like that. Though, this week...erm, I highly doubt he'll have it in him to try.

[Did you see the arm bar? JaHESUS.]

[damnfourthemerald]

[There's so much going on here, between Xander's...everything with Xander, and the dancing, and also everything with Jane. Like...everything with Jane.]

...Yes, these...unfortunate events have been particularly creative this time around. Can you breathe in that?

[cyan_maid]

[The most coy tilt of the head.]

I can breathe, but whatever do you mean by "in that"?

[damnfourthemerald]

That...the-- [Wh...is she just...hold on...] The sabotage. [There, that's a start.] On your head.

[cyan_maid]

...Oh, that thing! Hoo hoo, I'd nearly forgotten it! It's a pumpkin, right?

[The amount of hilariously phony ignorance is palatable.]

[airlockedmods]

[After a moment, one of the robots emerges from the wall.

Give the robot the cake mix? Y / N]

[cyan_maid]

[YES]

Here you are, dearie. There's very simple directions on the box, if you want to use it to make anything, alright? Get creative and have fun!

[airlockedmods]

[The robot beeps and zips back into the wall. Bye, Jane.]

[cyan_maid]

You're welcome!

[Let's just wait a couple moments to see if she gets a reaction.]