Week 3.

[trustharder]

WEEK 3 Another week has passed; two more Survivors are gone. Pearl and Caren both had someone to fight for, someone worth killing for; perhaps it's for the best to hope that somehow they've found peace despite not being able to collect on the Kingmaker's incentive. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; there aren't any bodies to be found on Sunday morning. That doesn't mean the night passed easily, though - it seems another piece of your personal puzzle may have fallen into place while you slept... Following that spiral staircase up to the second floor will reveal something strange; those stairs definitely lead far higher than you remember, up to a previously inaccessible third floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; consider it your reward for a job well done. SURVIVORS REMAINING: 23

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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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dining hall

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel is totally the type to snoop for no reason in particular. For that reason, seeing someone scribbling something onto a piece of paper is like a searchlight telling him to investigate.]

You have a lot on your mind, I take it?

[isafraid]

[Aren't we all snoopers by this point? That said, it's not like Speedwagon wasn't expected a little thing like this to draw the attention of some. Clearly some would get more curious then others.

He glances up to find Gabriel there, immediately setting his pencil down.]

I'd suppose it's right to say everyone does, after this long, right?

[notjustawriter]

It's a reasonable enough assumption, innit?

[isafraid]

Mhmm. [nodnod]

...Thought I'd start putting some of those thoughts to paper. Might help me keep myself a bit more organized.

[notjustawriter]

I should probably start to do the same.

You never know, with these dreams, if we're rememberin' things out of order or not.

[isafraid]

Or if we're remembering thing at all! Some things feel just too ridiculous to be real, don't they?

[Tap tap goes the pencil against the paper. Speedwagon was already thinking something over, from the way his brow knit so interestingly.]

If we are... then I believe I remembered something out of order.

[notjustawriter]

Remembering things out of order....

What makes you think it's happening to you?

[isafraid]

[He looks up from his notes.]

Simplely put: I was in the same area in my other dream, cept it was falling apart at the time and crawling with monsters. Just felt like it was from before that, really.

[notjustawriter]

[Huh.]

...That does sound like you're rememberin' things out of order. Strange.

[isafraid]

Hope everything's gonna get in order soon, or I don't know what I'll be doing. [Maybe go mad? That's what this kind of feels like.]

And now I'm remembering these names: Dio and the Joestar. [He frowns.] I'm starting to figure that they're important folks.

[notjustawriter]

....Dio. Now that's an interesting name.

There's a band called Dio. I'm sure it's just a coincidence, though.

You remember anything specific about the names?

[isafraid]

If there is, then I've never heard of it. [A band called Dio. That's just silly.

Some more thinking, then he shrugged] Nothing about the names, but I've already seen their faces. The Joestar kid is the one who knocked me flat, and apparently we were right as rain after that, as I got him away from a potential trap by Dio.

[These names feel... strange on his tongue. Right in a way.]

...Dio's a snake. Even in my dream, I knew he was nothing but the worst sort of a man!

[notjustawriter]

A snake....

Sounds like he's the sort of person who would get along with the Kingmaker, doesn't it?

Doesn't sound like someone Ronnie James would like sharing a name with.

[isafraid]

It feels like that would be it, or they would be at odds with one another the moment they met. If my memories are right at all, then he becomes a bigger monster then I could imagine!

[...]

Who's this 'Ronnie James' bloke then?

[notjustawriter]

Ronnie James Dio, he's the frontman of the band Dio.

[.....]

Small miracle this Dio you know of's not around here, huh?

[isafraid]

[Just gonna shake his head.] Err, sorry. Not familiar with them.

[He glances down at his notes and... shudders. An honest to goodness shudder.]

It's better for all of us that he's not! Everything I know is telling me that he's the worst bloke you could imagine, and he wouldn't give one whit about not killing any of the people here. Not even if we had any real angels.

[notjustawriter]

Ah.... don't worry about it.

[You're like 100 years off from hearing about them, Speedwagon.]

One of those, huh? I'm glad he's not here, then. We have enough problems.

[isafraid]

He was quite the threat, as I remember it. [which is vague, but... Dio is a main character.]

He... he caused just about the bloodiest damage I've ever seen to a person, and it was to a group of coppers.

[notjustawriter]

....I'm afraid to ask, but what happened?

[isafraid]

There's things I can't seem to recall surrounding it. All I can remember is the bastard jumping and fighting like he was bloody immortal. Tore apart a group of police with his bare hands, like they were nothing!

[Speedwagon frowned.]

I remember shooting him... and it didn't even slow him down!

[Enjoying this lesson, Gabriel?]

[notjustawriter]

.......Christ.

["Tore apart a group of police with his bare hands."]

That... sounds a little like what I was investigatin' back home. With the werewolves.

[isafraid]

[mmmrrggh]

If I have even an ounce of luck, there won't be any werewolves in my future dreams.

[notjustawriter]

....Just be careful. The werewolves of my world might look like regular ol' wolves, but that doesn't mean they all do.