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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investigating

[isafraid]

["She makes a better Florence Nightingale then I do anyhow. You rest up, Jojo. Time for Speedwagon to make his exit."

Another week passing by, and another person already dead. Somehow that didn't fit comfortably in Speedwagon's mind. On Wednesday though, it was pretty much business as usual in their gilded cage.

He's found in the dining hall in the morning, thoroughly looking over the profiles for what might be the hundredth time. His gaze noticeably stays on the current victims, and the table where their newest incentive to murder had been set up.

Later, he's gone up to the bar where he's taken up residence behind the counter. Regardless of any other meetings in here (cough cough sigrun), Speedwagon's set his mind to getting something done this time. A bar is easily recognizable, definitely classier then past one's he's been in... and capable of potentially hiding something. He breaths in, preparing to keep a steady eye on things as his investigation begins.

And sooner or later, he's back in room 1, his of course. Seems he's busying himself with trying to clean up. Noticeably, the door is hanging open, so it's not like he's adverse to getting visits. Just... mind the mess of vending machine junk on the floor.]

HELLO FRIEND MODS ARE HERE

[trustharder]

[...So what are you looking for in the bar, exactly?]

Yaaaay

[isafraid]

[He's... not entirely sure. He'll know it when he finds it, but in this instance, isn't it best to start with the basics?

Is there anything just immediately out of the ordinary about this room?]

[trustharder]

[Unfortunately not! But then, if it were that easy, somebody surely would have found something already.]

[isafraid]

[Indeed! Fair enough.

Seeing as it's likely the most promising part of the room, he will probably start searching through the many shelves along the wall right now. Again, looking for anything that might be out of place among the countless booze bottles.]

[trustharder]

[Most of the shelves seem pretty nondescript, just your standard stocking shelves that one would expect to find behind a bar of this calibre; however, the bottom shelf - at about waist-level - leads into a solid wooden structure behind the bar itself. If you're checking out the booze there probably isn't anything too fascinating; checking the shelves themselves might yield you a bit more luck.]

[isafraid]

[Nah. Speedwagon's going to get enough of a booze investigation during his talk with Sigrun. He's... he's good on that end of it.

There's nothing as fascinating as he'd hoped yet, but he won't stop looking. Is there anything odd about the shelves themselves then? Specifically the bottom one?]

bar;

[happysweets]

[ Hope you're not too caught up in your investigation by the bar, because while you're there, you might hear the sound of a glass bottle hitting the floor and shattering.

...Followed immediately by distressed model noises ]

A-aaah! Oh no, what do I do, what do I do..?!

[isafraid]

[He's never too busy to help a lady in distress!

Which is to say, he's totally noticing that shattering glass and heading over to check on Misa.]

Miss Misa! I heard that noise, you alright?

[happysweets]

I-I'm fine! I'm just, um, uh...

[ Oh no, how embarrassing....... ]

Misa-Misa broke a couple of bottles...

[isafraid]

Oh... [He kneels down to inspect the glass. It's a mess, but he's adamant on looking at her not soon after.]

Are you sure you didn't hurt yourself?

[happysweets]

I-I'm fine! They just shattered a little bit, is all, but, Misa-Misa didn't get hurt or anything!

[isafraid]

Well... that's good then. [He gives her an honest smile as he rises to his feet.] A bit of broken glass isn't as bad as you getting all cut up, now is it?

Should probably clean it up then.

room 1

[wokeupdead]

[How much of his stuff is spilling out of the doorway?

Lynne will peek her head into his room.]

You look busy. Need any help?

[isafraid]

[There's probably one or two things that unfortunately rolled out to the door. there's currently one half of a pair of elevator shoes holding the door open.

He glances up, noticing Lynne, he wears a light smile.]

Ah, guess you could say that. Seems like I've misplaced some of the coins I gathered.

[And he's almost turned the room upside down looking for them.]

[wokeupdead]

You still use those?

[She sounds honestly surprised. She's been hoarding them and not using them thanks to all the WEAPONS.]

[isafraid]

Not... exactly. [He turns to her, holding up the small pile of coins in his hand.]

Haven't been getting too many of these little things for a while, so I've taken to collected all that I can. But I'm sure I've misplaced a couple.

[Sure there's weapons, but there's also COOL STUFF... hopefully.]

[wokeupdead]

[Well that's no good! Lynne will step over the mess to enter the room and begin looking around. Just how much of a mess did he make the place in his search?]

That's no good then. Where do you usually keep them? Maybe they fell and rolled under something.

[isafraid]

[In general, the room has kind of been turned upside down... except for that little end table where a garishly brown envelope is sitting. Speedwagon gestures to it]

Supposed to be right there. Haven't seen much else so far.

Room 1

[goodforsomething]

[Oh good, a pile of junk]

Hey, you got anything you wanna send back to the Kingmaker? We're startin' a bin.

[isafraid]

Huh? [Speedwagon looks up from the bottle he was setting on the little table by his bed. You've caught his attention, Stan.]

Since when did we have that planned?

[goodforsomething]

Since me and Gabe decided.

[I mean there wasn't exactly a group vote re: vibrators]

[isafraid]

...Ah. Well, can't say that's all that a bad idea, honestly!

[And speaking of vibrators... There should be one on the floor, near Stan's feet.

Yeah, he never really learned what it is.]

[goodforsomething]

[Just gonna...casually take that. Yep.]

Hey, he's the weirdo throwing them around. Might as well, right?

[isafraid]

[Thank you, Stan. Thank you]

Suppose we do then send a box of junk off to that terrible monarch, it can hardly be as simple as sending a letter now can it?