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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art room

[ratingspoint]

[Well, it seems that everyone is just enjoying the arts and crafts power hour lately; Mettaton is back in here for...well, more glitter, honestly, god only knows what he's doing with so fucking much of it but he may be the only person in the history of anything ever to actually use up pots of glitter that he's had in his possession.

...His room was really boring before. He doesn't tolerate boring well.

That said, he'll pause Glitterquest 2k16 once he notices Cherryblod in there; hello shrimpdad, how's it going.]

Having fun, darling?

[cherryblooded]

I am, actually.

[He holds up his piece of paper to show Mettaton - seems he wasn't lying about not being a great artist, but after several attempts he's gotten better at drawing Lobco.]

And you?

[ratingspoint]

[OH NO she's so cute and right there's a question in there- ]

I figured that since the decor in here continues to be terrible, I might as well do something about my room. So I'm having fun, yes.

[...no really she's so fucking cute]

She's adorable, though - is that your daughter?

[cherryblooded]

That's Lobco. [He's definitely pleased by all the praise.] I'm sure she gets most of it from her mother.

[Cherryblod. Her mother is a literal lobster. She gets it from you.]

[ratingspoint]

[...You know, thankfully Mettaton is from a world that ensures he won't even question the physical logistics of that.]

Oh, I don't know about that, sweetheart - I'd say she takes pretty strongly after her father as well.

[cherryblooded]

You're too kind.

[He knows he looks good, but he can't possibly be as cute as his angel of a daughter.]

[ratingspoint]

No such thing!

[...you're kind of a very pretty shrimp

like half the game has noticed this by now]

[cherryblooded]

[Okay yes that's true but. You don't know how 100% perfect he thinks his daughter is.]

Well, thank you either way.

[ratingspoint]

Don't mention it, darling.

[...All of that aside...]

Have you been missing them a lot? Even if your daughter travels a lot, this is probably hard.

[cherryblooded]

[Ah... Cherryblod's smile fades a tiny bit.]

I miss them badly, but it'll be alright. They're tough enough to get by without me, so I don't need to worry.

[ratingspoint]

You don't need to, but you're probably going to anyway. It's the same way with someone I know back home.

[And that's...easier, and not quite with the usual amount of hesitation that accompanies a sudden burst of BOY FEELINGS SURE DO SUCK. Improvement!]

...I'm not always the best to talk to about things. But I'm around, all right?

[cherryblooded]

[Improvement! And Cherryblod's smile turns a touch more genuine.]

Thank you, dear. I'll take you up on that.

[ratingspoint]

Anytime! After all, I did say that I would never turn down your company.

[HE'S TRYING REALLY HARD god feelings take effort and they make him feel weird]

[cherryblooded]

[He's doing really well and Cherryblod is proud of him.]

The same goes in reverse - I'm always here if you need something.

[ratingspoint]

I'm usually all right! And I've more or less accepted here that deep thoughts and feelings aren't really my thing - I know to leave those to the professionals.

[...Look, he had like four conversations last week that ended in him kind of going "...OKAY I'M SURE THAT'S NICE BUT I'M DUMB SO PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME THINK TOO HARD"

if we want actual thoughts we go to bruce or colress tbh]

[cherryblooded]

Even so. I'll help with even shallow feelings, if I can.

[Young man, there's no need to feel down.]

[ratingspoint]

[...is now really the time for the Village People who are we kidding it is always time for the Village People]

I'll keep that in mind if any happen, then, darling! It's appreciated.

[...]

Really, it is. You're keeping at least half of us sane.

[cherryblooded]

[Why would it ever not be time for the Village People?]

That's giving me too much credit. I'm sure most of you would do fine even without me here to fuss over you.

[ratingspoint]

...I normally make people stand by their final answer, but do you want to look at the group of people we have here and try that again?

[cherryblooded]

No, actually, I'll stick with that. I have faith in you. Some of you are nervous, or bitter, or impulsive, but I'm sure as a group you'd be able to handle things fine.

[ratingspoint]

I'm pretty sure we're going to handle it right off a cliff. But I guess we'll see, won't we?

[cherryblooded]

Want to make a bet?

[ratingspoint]

I would - if there was any way to collect if I end up being right.

[...mettaton you can't just flippantly say shit like that]

[cherryblooded]

Then why don't we put a time limit on it. I'll bet we end up escaping in a certain number of weeks, and if I'm wrong...

Hm. Can't exactly bet with money, can we.

[ratingspoint]

Looks like favors and useless crap or nothing, baby.

[...dear god]