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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THURSDAY

[trustharder]

Re: THURSDAY

[sleepingkogoro]

[Until this week Mouri had maintained enough emotional and mental strength to not to be affected by anything. He had been a rock in middle of the tempestuous sea, somebody who was sure to hold onto his own ego and skills to survive the Vault's events.

Which is now why it may come quite as a nasty surprise to find Mouri so...dispirited.

During the whole Wednesday he stayed in his room, only going out to eat and ignoring everyone. Anyone who paid attention for a moment may have noticed it seemed like Mouri was mulling something highly unpleasant, but he ignored all attempts for conversation, just going back to his room.

And now today, Thursday, he is in the bar, drowning his sorrows with booze. There's just no trace of any joy in him or his usual steadfast strength right now. So! Mouri is drunk, dispirited, pretty frustrated for reasons not related to the Vault's events, and overall he is taking quite some huge hits to his pride and ego.

He won't go away if anyone approaches, but he is also going to do his best to ignore anyone unless there's a direct conversation]

Bar

[goodforsomething]

[Stan got the urge to drown his sorrows mostly out of his system earlier in the week. After Taichi, it seems too dangerous to risk passing out somewhere; besides, he should try and keep a better eye out for the younger folks.

Alternately, he can also keep an eye on the older folks who might be risking an explosion of their own. He takes a seat next to Mouri.]

You look like hell.

Re: Bar

[sleepingkogoro]

I feel like hell.

[Shrug]

Besides, hell is what is going to await me once I return to my world, if it hasn't been destroyed. Who cares.

[garudynamic]

[Yosuke had meant to talk to Mouri on Monday- then his dreams and the stair drove him to his small break down. He had meant to on Tuesday- then there was everything that happened with Taichi.

And then yesterday the detective was nowhere to be found. So when Yosuke spots him in the bar he goes right for him, frowning in worry]

Mouri-san...? Can I talk to you for a second?

[sleepingkogoro]

[Mouri slowly turns his head around. Hey there, aspiring detective. Sorry, Mouri doesn't feel qualified to somehow mentor you. Not that you knew about his intentions, so it's moot either way.

Still, it's Yosuke and the least he can do is at least pay attention]

What is it?

[cherryblooded]

You're not going to drink until you pass out, are you, detective?

[He doesn't think it's as much of a concern with a grown man as it was with Yosuke, but it's still a worry.

Don't mind if he takes a seat at the bar as well.]

[sleepingkogoro]

I'm not interested in exploding like Yagami-kun did, if that's what you are concerned about.

[Depressed, sure, but he isn't so broken he wants to lie down and die]

[ratingspoint]

[Mettaton usually avoids the bar, just because he's got no use for it, but he does tend to wander past it once in a while as he's coming to or leaving the shooting range; that would be why he glances in there tonight, and Mouri's in there, and...

...And that...doesn't look good, does it.

Dear god. Okay then.]

Having a rough day, sweetheart...?

[sleepingkogoro]

...you could say that.

[Oh, it's you, Mettaton. Somehow, talking to a robot who doesn't seem to know how emotions are supposed to work doesn't sound like fun times to him.

Still, Mouri doesn't tell Mettaton to go away]

I received some...bad news from home.

[So to say]

[bloodisthicker]

...you... know, if you start feeling like you might actually pass out, you should probably head downstairs.

[...that sounds a bit odd out of nowhere, but the conversation he had with Stan is coming back to mind...]

I completely understand, by the way, and am entirely nonjudgmental. I just don't want to take any chances after what happened Monday.

[sleepingkogoro]

This is not the first time I spend a day drinking. I know my limits.

[Somehow Tarrlok giving what should have been interpreted as a good-natured warning seemed annoying to Mouri. Sorry, man, it's just that he is not in good mood when you got here]

bar

[ignorantly]

[ Shirazu doesn't drink (because he wasn't mentally old enough until a few days ago when he regained more memories) and what happened to Taichu makes him not want to touch alcohol, but he decides to check if the bar has anything non-alcoholic and finds Mouri there. ]

....Uhh, you're not gonna pass out, are ya?

Re: bar

[sleepingkogoro]

Iiii don't think I'll pass out.

[Mouri knows his limits, at least]

I'll just continue until I don't feel like locking myself in my room for the rest of my life.

some investigating going on here

[amygdalae]

[On Thursday Bruce does feel a lot more reasonably better, so once again he does his best to go back to his usual routines - or as close to it as he can, anyway.

As with a lot of others, Bruce stops by the game room to give another small offering there and this time makes an attempt of wishing for something. He's not a big believer of wishes, but for everyone else here... he'll do his best. It's all he can do, as the weeks pass by in this place.

After he's done with his business there Bruce takes a bit to put up the summary of this week's meeting over at the bulletin board (detailing everything they have covered once again; Taichi's sudden death, how the new floors happen, and Colress and his Pokémon); after that he can be found in the first floor laundry room still washing his neon jumpsuits by hand, despite the fact they do have actual washing machines now. He could use those, he knows, but he just needs to do some actual physical labor to keep his mind off things, especially since he can't quite default back to research and science in here.

Continuing his trend of physical work, after he's done washing his jumpsuits he then settles in the sewing room working on making something out of the fabrics he and Megumi had separated from last week. From the looks of it its something like a t-shirt, although Bruce is squinting a little at the size he has marked out and looking rather uncertain...

After all of that Bruce finally decides to do a little proper brainwork. Hanamura had mentioned the stairs so that's what Bruce will look into. He's standing at the point of the stairs between the third and fourth floor, studying whatever he can in the general vicinity.

Finally, when its close to nighttime and everyone else turns in for the night Bruce is at the profiles. He looks rather lost in thought as he stares at his own profile (probably the first time he's done it since his arrival here), a finger tapping on the 'Avenger (?)' part of his occupation as he murmurs to himself:]

Avenger...

[He hasn't been wanting to really face it, but considering Sigrun's situation... its a bit hard to ignore the evidence as well.]

profiles

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel has taken to wandering the halls at night; he can't sleep well during most nights, and it's left him.... well. Restless. Wandering around seems to be about the only thing he can do.

He stops when he sees Bruce examining the profiles.]

Can't sleep either?

[amygdalae]

[Bruce turns over and blinks when he sees who it is, managing a tiny smile at the question.]

More or less. [Its really the norm for him, but that isn't the issue right now.] What about you? Something on your mind?

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[trustharder]

[So what are you looking for exactly, investigation-wise?]

[amygdalae]

[Bruce here is just trying to look at the in-between area of the third and fourth floor; more specifically he's trying to study the threshold between them--

With that said, exactly how are the floors divided up? Is there just a hole in the ceiling/floor where the stairs go through? If not, then how are they designed?]

Sewing Room

[goodforsomething]

What's that supposed to be?

[Stan can tell it looks vaguely shirt-y, but Bruce seems confused about it.]

[ratingspoint]

[Today is a pretty good day as far as Mettaton is concerned – or, at least, it's about as good as it gets in this place. The incentive doesn't seem to be troubling him, if it ever was in the first place, and everything that happened over the weekend and a few days afterwards...well, it wasn't forgotten, exactly, but it was moved on from, and sometimes that's the next best thing.

He can be found in the kitchen for the better part of the morning, making...something. God only knows what it's going to end up being, but it's apparently involving a great deal of fondant because of goddamn course it is, and it looks like he's back to playing with that vanilla and lavender combination again, because hell if he's not still determined to get that right eventually.

...At least he's not doing it with wax this time? That was an adventure, but it's probably sane food this time, albeit something with enough sugar in it to kill a Wonka.

He'll also be back in the shooting range as afternoon wears into evening; he doesn't have the palette knives anymore, though. Rather, it looks like the machine has smiled upon him recently – he's got a set of those throwing knives, which are much easier to handle, for better or worse.

Depth perception or not, aim is one of those things that's pretty easily improved with decent weapons and a fair amount of practice; at the very least he's seeming a bit more satisfied with the results today.]

Kitchen

[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod spends a good deal of his time around here anyway, so it's not too surprising for him to walk in at a random time during the morning.]

What are you making, dear?

[Is it a bad sign he doesn't immediately recognize it...?]

kitchen

[penduli]

[ You know, Black has a lot of regrets. His life is full of them, actually, but he doesn't think he's felt a bigger one until now.

That's so much fondant. Is it possible to die from sugar overdose? Is he going to be the one to find out? What is with this robot and increasingly sweet things??

W...well... ]

You look like you're having fun. [ Making... whatever you're making... ] What's on the menu today?

shooting range

[uro_cyon]

[ It certainly wasn't his idea of a shooting range that's for sure-- bows and crossbows were far from his preferred type of weapon. Still, Aiden eventually deems it worth checking out in detail when he comes across Mettaton.]

Not half bad.

shooting range

[isafraid]

[There were a good few people Speedwagon didn't expect to see on the shooting range as he passed, Mettaton was one such person... doll... robot. One of these days he'll figure it out.

He looks a fair bit impressed as Mettaton's knives hit marks.]

Evening, mister Mettaton.