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

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[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!]

Comments

[isafraid]

[slowly nods.]

You'd already heard about it from me. right now, I'm not sure if I could even call it a dream.

[Speedwagon looks... uneasy.]

I dreamed that I was under attack by a monster, a bloody monster with red eyes that tore through a group of coppers like they weren't anything! And I can't recognize anything from it... except...

[cherryblooded]

Except...?

[You can't just leave it there.]

[isafraid]

The chap I last remembered fighting, he was there! I don't know why or how, but I was there with him when this monster attacked.

[cherryblooded]

Strange. Was he on your mind at all, the day before?

[isafraid]

On my mind all week, is more like! [um speedwagon]

Him being the last thing I could remember has kept him right at the front of my mind!

[cherryblooded]

[Speedwagon is extremely heterosexual, except Cherryblod doesn't think that at all because what is not being bi.]

I see, so it could have just been that... People do appear in dreams where they don't belong.

[isafraid]

[What even is that. Is it a food.]

Even still... I felt like there was something different about it all, and him. Like he was supposed to be there, and I was just along for the ride.

[He frowned.] The bloke looked just as frozen as I felt when we shot that beast. I got it right between the eyes, and he didn't even budge him.

[cherryblooded]

...That's unnerving.

[Especially for people from a world with nothing above human abilities.]

[isafraid]

It's bloody horrifying to think about, unthinkable on top of that! It just doesn't make any sense from the last thing I remember.

[It's.... bizarre.]

But, I know it felt real.

[cherryblooded]

Are you sure you don't actually come from my world instead...?

[isafraid]

I... can safely say I've never seen a shrimp walking and talking before I met you here.

[cherryblooded]

That doesn't mean they don't exist anywhere in your world. Just that you've never met one.

[isafraid]

I suppose that's possible... though, feels like I'd have heard of them at least if that were the case. You don't seem like quite the secretive bloke.

[He means it as a compliment.]

[cherryblooded]

[He takes it as one.]

I'm not, personally. But I'm not exactly famous, either.

[isafraid]

Let me tell you: you come to Britain with me, and as sure as my name is Speedwagon you'd be in the London Times.

[cherryblooded]

You'd cause a stir in the Sea Kingdom yourself.

[isafraid]

But you'd be right famous!

[cherryblooded]

Would you say I'd be making waves?

[I'm so sorry.]

[isafraid]

[....Wow. His eyebrows raise, then...]

I'd say you'd make a bloody splash, no doubt about that.

[cherryblooded]

[He chuckles. Everyone else at the meeting probably wants to smack them.]

Glad to hear it.

[At least that's his only pun... for now.]

[isafraid]

[Probably. What's the worst they could do, though?]

And now I suppose we return to business?

[cherryblooded]

[A nod. Back to business, less with puns.]