WEEK 2.

[trustharder]

WEEK 2 Two people are gone from the group. Zagi and Kamui are dead, twenty-five of you are still alive, and the first week in the Vault comes to a close. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; on Sunday morning, those klaxons are as annoying as ever but at the very least there aren't any bodies to be found. It can be assumed, perhaps, that you're safe for now. The night before wasn't necessarily a peaceful one, however; you'll probably feel a bit groggy when you wake up, and it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost... However, those weird dreams aren't the only new thing around here; one of the previously closed-off section near the vending machine has opened up, revealing a spiral staircase leading up to the next floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; consider it your reward for a job well done. SURVIVORS REMAINING: 25

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[OOC: Welcome to week two of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains!

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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Room 19

[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod has just the slightest concern about people not showing up in the morning. Considering that someone just died, he thinks it's legitimate. And even if everyone's alright physically, they could be suffering in other ways.

Knock knock.]

Megumi, are you in there?

[devastation]

[There's a long pause of silence for a moment, as if debating on whether or not she wants to stay quiet, before Megumi eventually responds--]

Yes, I'm here... you can come in if you'd like, Cherryblod-san.

[The door's unlocked, so please, go ahead and let yourself in.]

[cherryblooded]

[So he comes in, carrying a cup of tea in one hand, which he sets down in front of her.]

If you haven't had breakfast yet, you really should at least drink something.

[devastation]

[It's not so much Cherryblod's words so much as the tea being set down that gets Megu-nee to look up here.]

Ah... thank you for the tea.

[She... still doesn't have much of an appetite yet, so she'll focus on at least having some tea for now as he turns her attention to Cherryblod.]

Are you... doing okay, Cherryblod-san? [Must be doing better than we are at the moment, since you're up and about...]

[cherryblooded]

As well as anyone could be, right now.

[He's seen worse, and his dream wasn't all that bad, comparatively speaking. It explained more to him than it frightened him.]

[devastation]

[He's got a point there--Megumi would be surprised if there was someone who completely brushed off what happened on Friday like as if it was nothing...]

What about last night? Did you... um, sleep alright?

[cherryblooded]

...I did have an interesting dream...

[He's not sure whether to describe it or if that would just upset Megumi more.]

[devastation]

You did? [...] Do you want to talk about it?

[Megu-nee might not have had a very good dream herself, but she's willing to listen if Cherryblod wants to discuss it.]

[cherryblooded]

...I don't mind. Dreamed I was poisoned - I was out for a swim with my wife, when the sea turned red.

Normally that wouldn't bother me much, but... I've been feeling weak since I came here.

[devastation]

Oh dear... [She would have guessed something to do with pollution, but the sea turning red is pretty extreme.]

I'm sorry that you had a dream like that, Cherryblod-san. [There's a bit of a pause, before she then admits.] I... I also had a dream last night too, but I'm not sure where to begin with attempting to describe it...

[Her hands shake just a little just thinking about it, which is probably not a good thing to do when holding a hot drink...]

[cherryblooded]

[He sees her hands trembling, and reaches out to steady them.]

You don't have to, if you would rather not. That's alright.

[devastation]

I'm sorry. [she sighs] I... I don't really want to think about it, but at the same time...

[There's a bit of a pause, before...]

...Cherryblod-san, you've seen the profiles hanging up on that bulletin board, right?

[This probably sounds like a non-sequitur, but it actually is related to the conversation at hand, we swear.]

[cherryblooded]

I've seen them, but I can't say I have most of the information memorized. Why?

[He doesn't know where she's going with this yet.]

[devastation]

There's something written on my profile that... at first, I didn't really understand why something like that would be noted. It seemed rather strange at the time... but after that dream last night...

[She's got a sneaking suspicion now regarding why it's there, and she doesn't like it at all.]

[cherryblooded]

...Something that your dream would explain, if it were true.

[He knows the feeling, even if his profile is more or less accurate.]

[devastation]

Yes. [...] That's what bothers me the most about it. The possibility that it might not be just a dream...

[cherryblooded]

There's no proof of anything yet. You could have been reflecting on those profiles, and your subconscious incorporated that into your dream. It's known to happen.

[devastation]

I know... it's also possible that what happened with the trial and everything didn't necessarily help either, due to the stress of it affecting us here...

[...but man, is it hard to shake that skin-crawling discomfort she has right now]

[cherryblooded]

No one would have good dreams after that.

So... please try not to dwell on it, if you can. Not unless there's proof it means anything.

[devastation]

...Okay. [She takes a deep breath, before she then manages a small smile.]

Thank you for talking with me, Cherryblod-san. I think I feel a little better now than I did before.

[cherryblooded]

Always glad to help. [He gives her a smile in return.] Let me know if there's ever anything you need.