Week 4.

[trustharder]

WEEK 4 And as the third week in the Vault comes to a close and the fourth week begins, the Survivors are once again down by two. Mion Sonozaki died on her own terms, and Yato died fulfilling his duty as God of Fortune in the best way that he knew how; the shrine built in the game room on Saturday stands in their memory. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; there aren't any bodies to be found on Sunday morning. But that doesn't mean the night was uneventful - it seems something else may have brought you some newfound clarity. Or perhaps not... Once again, that spiral staircase leads farther than you remember, clear up to a previously inaccessible fourth floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; even if the Kingmaker sounded a bit unhappy with you last weekend, the fact remains that you're still doing what you seem to have been brought here to do. SURVIVORS REMAINING: 21 SURVIVORS REMAINING: 20

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!]

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TUESDAY

[trustharder]

INCENTIVE

[kingmakereffect]

[Noon arrives with no announcement with the Kingmaker. The intercom remains silent, and there's nothing to indicate that he wants you to gather anywhere.

It's almost a relief.

However, anyone entering the dining hall (maybe to see what's going on, maybe just to make lunch, who knows) will find a small table set up underneath the profiles; it's a nice setup on it - there are twenty envelopes in the usual loud colors of the Vault fanned out in a circle, each bearing a Survivor's title.

And in the center of the circle, there's another of those butterfly knives sunk into it at a perpendicular angle, a note written in that unfamiliar handwriting from yesterday pinned beneath the blade.

TAKE YOURS. READ IT.

And that's all it says.

Those choosing to ignore it can go about their day doing whatever they'd like, none the worse for wear; those who follow the note's instructions, however...

Well, they'll find their deepest secret written on the slip of paper inside. Even if they don't remember it yet.]

[goodforsomething]

Not really as dramatic when ya do it twice.

[Stan reaches out to yank the butterfly knife out of the note, folding it up and keeping hold of it as he goes for his own envelope. His brow furrows as he reads the paper inside.]

Uh...okay?

[garudynamic]

[Maybe it's because he already told his secrets to people pretty openly. Maybe it's because he was a shit on the phone with the Kingmaker the night before.

But when Yosuke opens his cherry red envelope he gives an over the top shriek as a few photos come along with his note]

HOW THE HELL DID HE EVEN GET THESE?!

[time to hide them against his chest. time to kill a man]

[bloodisthicker]

[...you know, should he read this in public? He's not sure what the Kingmaker is doing or why he's using that particular shade of blue, but... hmm.

Maybe he can just... make sure he's against a wall first... he's too tall for anyone to read over his shoulder in the first place, but you know.

He takes it out, reads it, and tries very hard to keep horror from spreading across his face.

Wait. That... quickly turns to bafflement as he reads a particular line. He brings it up to his face to make sure he's actually reading it right, because what the hell?

...now he's just fucking pissed, as evidenced by him roughly jamming the letter back in the envelope.]

...does he really think this is funny? Is this some sort of a... well, a sicker joke than usual?

[wokeupdead]

[This sure is an incentive that will totally work on Lynne the girl who wears every single emotion on her sleeve. She has so many deep, dark secrets that no one could fathom. Totally.

There's no stopping her curiosity when she sees an envelope with her name on it. Opening that!]

How could they have-?

[She looks... shocked!]

[happysweets]

[ Well, this one's a weird one, isn't it? No announcement, no big motive? It is Tuesday, isn't it?

She should've known it was too good to be true. Opening the envelope with the word Captivating on it, Misa starts to go pale as a ghost. There's no way anyone should know this, but...

Well, she crumples the sheet of paper in her hand and bolts out of the room, wondering what the hell the best way to dispose of this was. Ripping it is unreliable, she can't throw it out, the incinerator takes too long to start...maybe she can go to the art room and cut it up with scissors until there are too many pieces, and then throw those in the incinerator--

Looks like this one is hitting her particularly hard. ]

Re: INCENTIVE

[sleepingkogoro]

[Mouri sees the letter. Somewhat concerned the Kingmaker could do something like 'if you didn't read yours you will explode' Mouri takes his and opens the envelope.

The content of the letter makes him frown, but not in realization for seeing his biggest secret laid right there]

...I don't get it.

[It is more because he doesn't even realize the words in there are true]

[notjustawriter]

[Well, this could be.... bad.

He takes his cautiously, but when he opens it, his brows raise a little.]

....That's the best you've got?

[isafraid]

[Well this just has to be nothing horrible, doesn't it? Either it was the foreboding nature of the note, or just the fresh memories of the murder scene yesterday, but Speedwagon is... hesitant to read his.

But he does regardless. And it's... confusing, very confusing.]

When the hell have I ever...?

[cherryblooded]

[Well. Alright then.

After noon, Cherryblod has his envelope visibly sticking out of his pants pocket as he goes about his day. Can't just leave it lying around where someone might see it, of course.

First things first: he has lunch in his room, 22. It's nothing special, just a sandwich, but if anyone wants to get his thoughts on the incentive right away, that's where he'll be found. The door's open a little, so he's not turning down visitors.

Now that the game room's been cleared up, he goes to leave an offering to Yato's shrine - one of those 'useless' pens he'd gotten from Shirazu, in exchange for something of his Cherryblod had gotten. That done, he clasps his hands together and prays.

Please give me the strength to protect my family.

After that, he'll spend some time in the room flipping through some of the RPG manuals and refreshing himself on the rules. He and Tarrlok had talked about starting a game...

Later in the afternoon, he can be found in the music room, practicing the ukelele. He seems to be doing much better at it when he isn't trying to recreate a specific song by memory, or at least he's a lot more pleased with what he's managing.

He also can be found before dinnertime in the kitchen, making an elaborate meal that can't possibly be just to serve himself. There's like four courses in that thing.]

kitchen

[captainobnoxious]

[Woooow.

That's, like.

A lot of food.]

Doooo you need a hand taste testing all of that, shrimpy?

[Because, listen. She's hungry. The incentive doesn't draw much to her personally because she actually hasn't opened hers yet (why bother? the others haven't done anything for her, what's the big deal about a secret or two?) so she's in high spirits. And hungry.]

22

[garudynamic]

[It's well into lunch before Yosuke arrives. Late enough it might have looked like he wasn't showing up at all.]

...hey.

[wokeupdead]

[Lynne wanders into the music room after hearing the music. Thankfully the motive for this week really isn't bothering her so she seems to be in a pretty good mood.]

You're pretty good at that. Are ukuleles popular in the sea?

[Everyone seems to be good at music compared to her, she's super impressed. Don't hand her anything if you want to keep your eardrums.]

[amygdalae]

[At first Bruce very highly leans on simply ignoring the envelopes that's been set up - but in the end he does eventually cave in to look at his, if only because of his own curiosity and not exactly wanting people to see what's written on it. Even in here there are some things he'd rather not share, as much as he can.

It's only a quick glance, but that alone is enough for Bruce to know what's been written on his. And honestly, its really not much of a surprise - Bruce would have been more surprised if it wasn't that.

Almost after lunch Bruce can be found where the incinerator is, starting up the thing and watching it as it gets hot enough to do what he wants to do - which is to take his letter, tear it into pieces and toss all of those shredded bits into the machine and watch them burn until there's nothing left of them.

It's more than a little cathartic.

After that Bruce continues on with the day; for one he's finally checking out all the new rooms at the fourth floor, giving a cursory look at each one, mentally tallying them to what had been discussed just yesterday. He'll investigate them on a later day, since he's still recovering from his own emotional turmoil.

And speaking of recovering--if anybody passes by room 9 at any time after that they'll find Bruce just... sitting on his bed in a really weird position as his door is open. He can't exactly keep it closed since King is staying with him after all.]

incinerator;

[happysweets]

O-oh, thank God, you started it up already!

[ Misa runs into the incinerator room almost panicked, but the relief she feels when she sees that someone's already here with the machine started up and warm is palpable. Thank goodness...

She's holding a bucket herself, one filled up with tiny little paper bits; she did it almost too carefully, cutting every bit with the scissors as many times as she could. The most thorough shredding she's ever given anything.

She's not one to make the same mistake twice, after all. ]

Do you mind if Misa-Misa uses it after you? Or can she just dump hers in there?

Incinerator

[sleepingkogoro]

Hello, Bruce-san.

[Mouri walks in and it doesn't seem like he is here to burn anything. Actually, he was hoping to get a word with Bruce, know his emotional state...

The problem is that Mouri doesn't really give much credit to the secrets thing. He still believes it must be all desperate lies. As far as he knows the only thing to discuss is Bruce's almost-suicide]

How are you feeling?

incinerator

[psychoh]

-- Oh, good, it's already...

[he pauses, looking from the crumpled paper in his hand to Bruce, then back again.]

D-Do you mind, if I just...? [gestures to the incinerator]

[ratingspoint]

[Admittedly, celebrities don't tend to get to have many secrets, so Mettaton's reaction to the motive is a little strange; he takes his envelope, and he opens it, and he just sort of has a moment of dull surprise because...oh.

Well, that's interesting.

...Anyway. He'll move on soon enough; the chapel really isn't anywhere he'd normally choose to spend his time, but there's something about the quiet of it and the way it's structured that reminds him a bit of the Ruins. He hasn't been back there in a long time, granted - not since before he left Waterfall on a permanent basis - and it's more of an atmospheric thing than anything else, but the reminder of the place is welcome, and Black's stuffed animals sitting around at the front are charming, and really, he's spending a good long while pacing around in here and trying to get a feel for the place because why the hell shouldn't he, he supposes.

Afterwards, he can be found back to practicing in the music room - his piano is actually getting passably good, or at the very least he can manage more than one thing, so that's improvement, surely.

Otherwise, he can be found in Room 13 fairly early this evening; some of the paintings in there have been traded out for ones depicting sunsets and stars and sunrises, and he's got a smaller version of that large rune he's painted in the music room on one of the walls. Personally, though, he's lying on the bed; he's toying with the envelope from earlier today between his fingers, just idly turning it back and forth in front of his face, and he almost seems vaguely amused at it now that he's had time to process what's inside it.

This week's incentive is better by merit of not being last week's, at least as far as he's concerned.]

Room 13

[cherryblooded]

Coming in.

[Cherryblod will close the door behind him - given the nature of this week's motive, he doesn't doubt the topic of secrets will be coming up and, anyway, he just prefers to talk in private. His own envelope is sticking out of his pocket.]

Chapel

[pokexplorer]

[This floor really isn't Colress' thing at all, but he figures he should at least investigate it a little more thoroughly at some point. That's how he finds himself in the chapel with Mettaton.]

Ah, Mettaton-

[They haven't spoken a ton in their time here so far, but Colress has continued to be pretty surprised and intrigued by Mettaton's...everything, as a robot. He's actually a little excited to have this opportunity to chat again, especially since...]

By chance, would you like to formally meet one of my Pokemon? I thought you might like Klinklang, as it too is mechanical in nature.

room 13

[captainobnoxious]

[Knock knock, get the door, it's Sigrun.

... That doesn't work so well since she's practically coming in and depositing herself on the bed, putting a ring on his nose.]

I like what you've done to the room. What's the weird wing thing, by the way? I see it in the music room too and if you're marking your favorite things, you need to put it on me too.

Investigating

[garudynamic]

[After the Incentive Yosuke heads off to do what he needs to do for the day- he knows once he goes to talk to Cherryblod he won't be up for anything else all day.

First is what he meant to do two days ago- updating the shrine in the Game Room, using supplies from the supply closet and carefully moving each offering before he replaces the gamebooks with sturdier materials, then placing them all back where they were. Then praying.

'Please help me in what I'm about to do.'

Help him talk to Cherryblod. Help him with the call he intended to make later that day.

After that he goes by the Chapel- not out of any desire to worship, but because it seems like the kind of place not many of them would spend time in, the most out of place addition (along with the shooting range, but at least that involves murder) and therefore the most likely place to hide something. He makes his way to the stage, standing there and looking out over the pews, letting his gaze relax as he scans for anything that looks out of place]

[bloodisthicker]

[Everything is going to be just fine. He's just going to burn that stupid letter that was somehow two thirds right and then one third how high can you possibly BE.

...so he'll just head over and heat up some leftovers for lunch, put a few spices in it for a slightly different zing, and take the plate and a chair over to the incinerator room, where he irritably eats lunch while he waits for the damn thing to heat up so he can burn the letter and never have to think of this again.

...he's not going to stop thinking about it all day, granted. It's going to be in the back of his mind all day, hanging about like some kind of clingy miasma, leaving him kind of restless and irritable.

Right, he has to do something about this. ...he's been getting kind of lax on his waterbending forms, hasn't he? He might... be able to use it again... someday... so he's in the first floor laundry room doing something that looks kind of like tai chi, but not. ...look, he didn't expect anyone to actually want to use that room anymore now that they had Actual Washing Machines, so he might be a little startled if anyone walks in.

Something's... definitely bothering him, though, still, and after dinner, he heads into the first floor men's bathroom, kind of... stares at the mirror for a while, and then takes his hair out of the ponytails and appears to be trying to figure out what to do with it. Like, that is a lot of hair to leave loose, so it's understandable that he doesn't want to, but...]

[devastation]

[... You know what, between Sunday's dream, Taichi's death yesterday, and now today, this is really not turning out to be Megumi's week.

Reading what was in that envelope had caused the color from her face to absolutely drain, turning pale and hands shaking. For a long moment she had just stood there with a hand over her mouth like she had been about to be physically ill. However, she managed to fight it, take a deep breath... and then very quickly leave the room without a word to anyone, heading back to her room.

Give or take an hour later though, you can find Megumi in the chapel, kneeling and hands clasped in prayer. She has her eyes closed and isn't saying it out loud, but whatever it is that she's thinking about is likely pretty serious. She lingers for quite a while, even when she stops praying and takes to just sitting in here quietly.

After that, she'll stop by the kitchen to make some tea. While she's here, she also appears to be looking over a book of some kind--anyone who sneaks a glance at it might catch the title "EMERGENCY EVACUATION MANUAL" and a label that states "for the staff members of Megurigaoka Private High School ONLY"...]