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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kitchen

[ratingspoint]

[...Well. Whatever BSOD Mettaton may have been having himself earlier seems to have been shaken off by the time the aggressive baking power hour comes along; maybe not entirely, he still seems a little strange, but enough.]

I know someone back home who cooks almost as aggressively as you are when she's stressed out. It doesn't turn out nearly so well, though.

[It's quieter than it normally would be, but it's something.]

Do you want to talk? We don't have to, if you aren't feeling it.

[cherryblooded]

Maybe I'd like to meet her someday.

[Cherryblod puts what he's got into the oven, sets the timer, and finally turns to face Mettaton. He looks... tired, mostly.]

If you don't mind. It might help.

[ratingspoint]

I don't mind at all - I told you that I'd be here if you needed me to be, didn't I? We can talk about anything you want.

[cherryblooded]

...I can't do it.

[Well, at least they're getting to the heart of the matter right away.]

My daughter is a better person than I am - she'd never be able to live with the guilt of having twenty-something lives traded for her own, and I can't do that to her.

...But I can't stop thinking about it either.

[ratingspoint]

[And he's quiet for a moment at that, tipping his head a little; he doesn't seem confused, exactly, he understands what's being expressed to him, it's just a matter of working out how to proceed.]

...I know, darling.

[And that much is honest, at least.]

I understand if you would trade all of us for her, you know. It's your daughter against twenty-four people that you've known for...what, a week? So don't talk like you're a bad person for considering, because if there weren't complications in the way then I'd do it, too.

But you're not a bad person for not doing it, either. Look at it this way - if there's a way for him to do this at all, then there's probably a way for us to do it ourselves once we beat him, right?

[cherryblooded]

...Right, of course there is. He says he's just a human, so if he can manage it, then it has to be by some kind of device, and there's no reason we couldn't use it.

[He sounds and looks relieved. He hadn't actually gotten around to realizing that part before.]

Thank you.

[ratingspoint]

There you go. And it's what I'm here for, sweetheart - I've always liked looking for the best in things, anyway! If anything, this has confirmed that we can save others in the first place, even if he's right about whatever happened back home.

[cherryblooded]

...If I could ask for one more thing?

I'd really like a hug right now.

[No, he doesn't care that Mettaton's probably not the most comfortable person to hug. He'll be fine.]

[ratingspoint]

[Well...Mettaton was designed to be a lot of things, and "comfortable to hug" wasn't exactly high on the list of priorities when his body was created - at the same time, it could be a lot more awkward than it is (this could be the rectangle we're talking about), and honestly, he'd be lying if he said he minded the idea at all.]

Darling, you don't have to ask me for that! Come here.

[cherryblooded]

[He doesn't have to say anything further before getting hugged tight. Sure, he's not soft or traditionally snuggly, but he's somebody that Cherryblod cares about, who understands some of what he's going through right now and still wants to comfort him. And it's the first hug he's had in a week.

It is entirely possible Cherryblod's tearing up right now.

That's also the first in a week.]

[ratingspoint]

[Admittedly, saying that Mettaton has any damn idea what he's doing here would also be a barefaced lie; physical contact with his fans is often a brief, limited thing - they aren't allowed to touch him for long periods of time, certainly not so closely - and Alphys isn't exactly the huggy sort, nor would he really want to hug her at all at this point.

But at the same time, it's not like the logistics of it are hard to figure out and it's not like he's expected to be particularly cuddly, and after a moment one of his hands finds Cherryblod's hair and he's doing...something, anyway. It falls somewhere between proper hair-stroking and just kind of awkwardly headpatting him, and yet it's managing to accomplish exactly neither of those things properly; either way, though, if he notices the tearing-up, then he's not saying anything about it.

Go ahead if you need to; it's fine for now.]

[cherryblooded]

[Thankfully for Mettaton, Cherryblod doesn't linger terribly long. He lets go, takes a step back, and tries to wipe his face with his sleeve without calling too much attention to it (which doesn't really work, but hey).

He's smiling, so that's something.]

Thank you, dear.

[ratingspoint]

Of course, sweetheart. I do what I can!

[...]

Do you want company again tonight?

[cherryblooded]

If you don't have plans.

[ratingspoint]

Outside of the usual "not sleeping at all", my schedule is pretty open!

[cherryblooded]

Then it's settled.

I still haven't gotten to hear you sing, incidentally.

[ratingspoint]

You'll get to soon! Misa-darling approached me about doing a talent show for everyone here at the end of the week; it's better to let people regroup tonight, but we'll probably start preparing seriously tomorrow, with any luck.

But you know what, I'll let you hear something early. Just for you, all right?

[cherryblooded]

I'm honored.

[He really is.]

A talent show sounds fun - I'll have to consider what I could possibly do for it.

[ratingspoint]

I'm sure it'll be great! You seem like a man of many talents, darling.

It really is a good idea on her part, though - we could all use something to lift our spirits, I think.

[cherryblooded]

[A nod - everyone definitely needs the pick-me-up.]

Maybe, but not all of my talents are suitable for a show. I could beat anyone here at chess, I'm sure.

[ratingspoint]

Really.

[God, that sounds adorably nerdy as hell.]

I'd actually like to play a few games with you, then, if we get a board out of that horrible machine.

[cherryblooded]

[He sort of looks like a nerd, doesn't he? It's the bow tie.]

You're on.