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!]

Comments

[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod's just in here to check for clues for the third time, but he stops when he sees/hears Norman in there.]

You look like you're having a good time.

[psychoh]

M-Might as well, right? What's the, the point of just... wallowing around all day in your misery if you can't do a thing about it?

[momentarily pauses... before continuing on.] Not worth it. Anymore.

[cherryblooded]

Alcohol's not my preferred coping technique... But as long as you don't get so drunk you throw up, I won't say anything.

[He knows it helps some people, a little. It's better than nothing.]

[psychoh]

Where I'm from, there's only so many ways to, y'know, fill the time... Pianos are nice, but unless dead animals start just, um, showing up, I'm low on ideas.

[cherryblooded]

Dead animals...?

[You are talking to a shrimp, Norman.]

[psychoh]

Yeah, taxidermy. You know what that is? [nobody taxidermises fuckin shrimp god don't be vain]

[cherryblooded]

[He has friends who are more attractive to hang on your wall!]

Stuffing animals. If I'm not mistaken.

[psychoh]

[nods] I do, uh, birds. Big ones, little ones... They're not strange when they're stuffed, like beasts are. I-I've always thought it's because they're...

[he trails off, seemingly distracted.]

... Peaceful, aren't they? Birds.

[cherryblooded]

Not necessarily. One of the most energetic people I know is a seagull.

[...That's seagulls, though. Loud and annoying.]

[psychoh]

I mean, more like... Bluebirds. Robins. Stuff like that.

Birds of prey, too. They just, y'know... glide everywhere. Peaceful. 'til they crack a mouse's neck. [/cheerily]

[cherryblooded]

...It's personally very strange for me to hear you talk about this.

[psychoh]

Why? [stops playing for a sec.] It's, uh, it's an odd hobby, I know, but...

[cherryblooded]

I've met bluebirds and robins. So I'm picturing those people I've met stuffed on your wall.

I know that's not what you do, but...

[psychoh]

... N-No, I can see that...

[he looks a little... embarrassed?]

They're, um... They're not like you, back home. It's alright. They're, they're just birds, there.

[cherryblooded]

I'll take your word for it.

[He's still probably going to be a little skeeved.]

[psychoh]

It's true. [WHY IS HE ARGUING ABOUT THIS...] If they weren't, I'd never...

[cherryblooded]

I know you wouldn't. You aren't that kind of person.

[He's met that kind of person.]

[psychoh]

It's, um, it's kind of a nice thing to do, too, I think. Otherwise, they'd just, just rot, wouldn't they? They can s-sorta live forever this way.

[cherryblooded]

Don't usually think of it that way. There's something nice about becoming part of the earth, too. Returning from whence you came.