Week 9.

[trustharder]

WEEK 9 For the first time since your stay in the Vault began, no one died this week. That doesn't mean there weren't casualties among you, however – namely, trust, interpersonal relationships, and comfort in the group dynamic as a whole. Hopefully no one else pays the price for it. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; there aren't any bodies to be found on Sunday morning. You're safe for now – unless your dreams have told you otherwise... SURVIVORS REMAINING: 10

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week nine of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins; don't forget to submit your memory regains! There is no activity check this week!

THE FINAL INVESTIGATION BEGINS ON THURSDAY!
THIS IS THE LAST WEEK TO REDEEM COINS!
The text and calling posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

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SUNDAY

[trustharder]

[cherryblooded]

[Is it a better Sunday than most? On the one hand, no one died this weekend. On the other...

Cherryblod makes breakfast in the kitchen as usual, and as usual there's enough for more than just him - there's crepes enough for the ten remaining survivors and then some. Take your fill.

There's no new floor, which he expected, so he spends the morning going through the library. He's looking for something in particular, and judging by his frown he's not finding it.

Around lunchtime he puts up a sign near the profiles:
Under the circumstances, Captain Sigrun thought it might be vest to re-vote for acting leader.

Please sign your vote. You may choose more than one.

[There are columns set up for all ten of the remaining survivors - even you, Black - and they're alphabetical so there's no favoritism.

Cherryblod himself has signed under Sigrun's name.

He'll be checking that sign every so often in the afternoon, and the rest of the time he can be found flitting around the lower floors. It would be a patrol if he didn't look so restless and it wasn't the middle of the afternoon.

He's not icing his shoulder as much as he should be.]

...vote

[penduli]

[ Black's name joins Cherryblod's under Sigrun; he... doesn't know how much weight his vote really should carry, but.

Sigrun's a good leader, no matter what happens. She never tried to steer them wrong, even if her heart gets the better of her at times. ]

[cherryblooded]

[At least someone still agrees with him.]

[sleepingkogoro]

[Mouri has voted. Looks like Cherryblod got one vote now]

[cherryblooded]

[He's genuinely surprised to see that vote up there.

Thanks, though.]

vote or rather a not vote

[amygdalae]

[...wait all you want, but Bruce doesn't sign his name anywhere on the voting list throughout this entire day.

Somebody clearly isn't up for this at the moment.]

vote?

[garudynamic]

[In Yosuke's sloppy writing]

I abstain

[He has a lot of thoughts on this whole 'leader' thing. But that's for talking to people face to face later. When he's feeling more emotionally capable.]

vote, sort of

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel notices the vote, but his handwriting will be absent from the vote throughout the day.

It looks like he doesn't really want to get involved.]

vote...

[isafraid]

[Speedwagon notices the vote being put up. He won't do or say anything until lunch is over, in which case he makes his way over, reads the sign....]

Sigrun.

[Someone's probably going to get angry at him for this, but at this point, can they really spend so much time arguing?]

Vote

[goodforsomething]

[Rather than signing his name under any column, Stan leaves a note.]

Do we really need a leader? [Because they do pretty well even when the one they have ditches them.]

Lower Floors

[pokexplorer]

Ah... Hello, Cherryblod.

[Colress had been heading up the stairs to a higher floor when he bumped into Cherryblod along the way.

Despite the greeting, he thinks about continuing past without saying more, but...

It's just been so awkward since the discussion. And it's probably especially awkward since he hasn't responded to the vote yet either.]

get me glory

[captainobnoxious]

[After a few more private things in the morning, Sigrun and Black head to room 24 to pick up his things and move them to her room, though they won't linger long as they've got Things To Do.

First up is the conference room, where she makes Black sit down in a chair to busy himself while she takes up her trusty chalk and writes a very simple sentence for her ghost friend:

so i fucked up again

... After that, they swing by the dining hall, though only Black goes in (to vote and grab them lunch), and then they're going to hang up at the bar, Sigrun writing in a sketchpad and Black... playing a song on the piano there.

It's apparently the only one he knows besides "minuets" whatever those are. Additionally, they're both drinking, as one does in a bar.

Their last stop of the day is to the sewing room, where Black's going to start on Sigrun's requested dress. She looks really bored. He seems to be concentrating. It's great.

Like at the afterparty, they won't be butting into each other's conversations too much, so simply note who you're gonna converse with somewhere in your tag and that's good enough!]

Sewing Room, paging Sigrun

[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod's more wandering the lower floors than patrolling at this point, and when he sees Sigrun through the doorway, he sticks his head inside.]

Busy, captain?

hello sigrun

[trustharder]

[Glory will answer after a moment, a couple of flowers doodled around the words appearing on the board.]

WHAT HAPPENED?

Bar, Sigrun. Maybe Black eventually

[garudynamic]

[He's peeking around the door, looking nervous- not as bad as he did last night, but not great]

Bar - Hey Black

[sleepingkogoro]

[Mouri enters the bar. He doesn't seem to be in mood for levity, and a single glance to his face should tell you that. Yeah, he's still angry about everything.

There is the person he was looking for. Well, Sigrun is there too but she is not someone he wants to interact with right now. Still, she is Black's guardian so may as well talk to her first]

Eide-san, I'd like to speak to Black.

[Hello, kid, how are you going with the piano. Even if Sigrun says he can't talk with Black like hell Mouri is going to listen]

Bar, paging Sigrun

[goodforsomething]

[Stan spares a long glance for Black as he enters, brow furrowing a little. But he's not gonna interrupt the playing, and he wanted to talk to Sigrun anyway.]

Hey, Sigrun. [Apparently her usual nickname is on vacation.] How're you two holdin' up?

Bar, Sigrun

[pokexplorer]

[Colress has been a little scarce since whole not-trial thing, but today he's out and about in attempt to pull it together. There are some really important things to focus on, after all.

He's seeking Sigrun out, so despite the bar not being his usual place to hang out, he peers in anyway to see if she's in there. Aha.]

Miss Sigrun...might I have a word?

[He's awkwardly standing in the entrance now.]

sewing room herp derp

[amygdalae]

[...guess who happened to be in the sewing room?? That's right, this guy right here.

And from the look on his face, he certainly hadn't expected to see them come here.

...just give him a moment, he'll be packing up his things and then will happily leave the two of you alone.]

[goodforsomething]

[In the morning, Stan pins up a note in the dining room.]

Boxing Lessons
2:00 in the Dojo
This means you, Gabriel
Others welcome

[That done, he continues painting the wall while he eats. But the ship painting has been abandoned for now; instead, he's just doing a tree. Something simple, with less emotional baggage.

Once he's done, he wanders upstairs to the bar for a while. Not to drink. Just to sit, idly swirling a glass in one hand. Maybe he'll come back for it later.

Of course, he'll be in the dojo at the assorted time, having repurposed most of the pads into punching targets. No one should be taking a fall with what he's got planned, so they don't need too many on the floor. Real lessons would be rougher. He just doesn't want to risk anyone getting hurt this late in the game.

Later in the evening, he stops by the chapel. News about the ghosts is out, so he doesn't hesitate to set up the usual seance stuff. Did you see all that?

After a while with no response, he adds, If you did, I'm sorry.

Still nothing. After a longer wait, he scraps it. He'll remain in the chapel for a while, sitting in a pew with ha eyes shut. He looks like he could be sleeping, except for the fact that he's still in one piece.]

Dojo

[pokexplorer]

[Boxing lessons? That's...a little strange considering everything, but Colress actually does show up for Stan's lessons. Let's just say he has a good reason for it.]

I don't suppose you could give me a few pointers, Mr. Pines?

[Have fun teaching the nerd, Stan.]

dojo

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel might be kind of a weenie, but he's a weenie who was outclassed by a teenager; he's at a disadvantage here, especially if he's going to help take on the Kingmaker. He'll be in the dojo at 2:00 exactly, looking uncomfortable, but present.]

I figure this might be one of the last chances for relative peace we have.

[Having a friend teach him how to hold his own doesn't sound so bad, considering.]

chapel

[amygdalae]

[Most of today has been a lot of self reflection on Bruce's end. He's also slightly hungover, but that's nothing he can't deal with.

He's spent most of the day simply being in his room, but he does come up here eventually, if only to dwell on more things that involve the losses they all experienced. Only ten of them left alive... and at least they didn't lose anymore, but was it honestly worth the price of what they discovered? Bruce doesn't know.

He's already at a corner when Stan initially arrives, although Bruce makes no move to acknowledge him or note anything that he's doing. He just stays where he is, curled up at the corner of a pew at the far end and staring into nothing as he loses himself in his own thoughts.]

Dojo

[isafraid]

[It's been a long couple of weeks. Speedwaogn knew he was different by now, less a fighter and more of a support. That didn't mean he probably couldn't put up a struggle though. But maybe this was the right idea.

He was hardly a professional pugilist but that doesn't mean he can't check this out, can he?]

Mister Pines? Afternoon. How are the lessons going?