trusthell | Week 4.

Week 4.

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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[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...?

...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]

Oh...

[There are worse things you could be doing, at least.

...Granted, it's hard to think of what, precisely, but it's. The thought that counts. Maybe.

For what it's worth, though, that actually seems to quiet him down from the usual.]

...Do you know that it's true, or is it just a really bad implication?

They must be true. Yesterday I spent the whole day thinking about it, and it all fits with many details in my life during the last two years.

I feel pretty stupid for not realizing something that is obvious in hindsight.

It happens to everyone - detectives included.

[Something was overlooked, then...huh.]

Two years is a lot of time, though - are you going to be all right?

...maybe not.

[May as well give some superficial details, since you seem to be very mildly concerned]

The fame I got was...not earned by myself. It was somebody else doing the job and making me look like the one who did it, and I had no idea until two days ago.

When people finds out I'm going to be ruined forever. No more detective work, I'll have to move to some other country where nobody has ever heard of Sleeping Kogoro, and I'll have to survive by herding sheep or something.

[Don't get dramatic, Mouri, goodness]

[...it takes a moment for the "...but why" to work itself out of his thoughts, hold on.]

Well! At this point, I'd think that when this is all over, you're going to be acclaimed as one of the heroes that helped save a bunch of interdimensional hostages from a delusional and nigh-on all-powerful madman out to kill everyone - this is probably at least on par with any of the great mysteries you've solved over the course of those two years, right?

[Somehow that sounds very amusing to Mouri. He laughs, fueled by the booze and what not]

That is amazing! The feat of my life! Nobody else in my world will be able to claim something like that - an incident perfect for somebody as great as Kogoro Mouri! Bahahaha!

[He knows very well there's no way he can claim all that because who would believe it, but man, is that a fun thing to imagine]

I'm sure you'll announce it to everyone once you return home. This is the kind of adventure that comes only one in a lifetime.

That's the spirit, Detective!

[...You know what, he is pretty sure that's just the ridiculous inebriation talking, but he's honestly entirely here for less depression over one's impending sheep-herding career.]

And really, I don't know if I'll need to announce anything myself - according to Sigrun, I'm going home with her. I'm sure songs will end up written, anyway!

Really? You are going with her?

[Well robots can't get infected, vessels or not. That can work. Mouri also doesn't know about Mettaton being a couple with Sigrun, though]

Are you going to join her into killing trolls? Pray there aren't any songs written about you with her. It will be nasty.

...I'll take my chances.

[He has not yet been subjected to Sigrun's lyrical skill here, um.]

But I'm going with her, yes! Even if it's not ideal, it's far better than anything the Underground has to offer me anymore.

I thought you were an entertainer.

[Mouri shakes his head]

Sigrun's world doesn't seeeem to me like the best place to find fans.

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I am! But that doesn't mean I can't fight - there are certain things audiences crave from a performance! Drama! Romance! Bloodshed!

Violence sells, baby. So I can hold my own against whatever her world throws at me.

Aren't fights in the entertainment industry staged?

[Hahahaha, the things you don't know, Mouri]

Are they?

[WELL, THIS IS...NEWS...]

But that's so boring! Where's the excitement in knowing that everything is scripted?

What's important is to make it believable.

[Mouri finishes his drink and makes grand gestures]

I could fight the Kinkyling Colress-san has and make it look as flashy as possible, and when it's all over it is as if nothing happened.

That is entertainment.

Well...w-well, yes, of course! But entertainment also lies in unpredictability, in having your expectations played with! Plot twists! Subversions! If it's all scripted, everyone knows it's fake - there's no point!

[...He is apparently an advocate for the method acting from hell.]

...I get what you are trying to say. I can see it clearly now.

[There comes a deduction! Yeah, he is drunk and currently feeling like a garbage detective, but that won't stop him]

You are saying you like to do improvisations!

[Yaaaaay]

Because they don't need scripts.

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[.......]

Yes. Yes, that is exactly it!

[YOU DID IT, YOU CRACKED THE CODE fuck our lives it's very fortunate that you're drunk right now]

I knew it! Hahaha, the...the average detective Kogoro Mouri strikes again. Ha...

...

[Mouri smashes his forehead against the counter]

...you know what, nevermind. Just...forget I said anything.

[...You know, he's pretty sure human heads aren't supposed to do very often- ]

...Sweetheart. Listen to me for a second, all right?

Whatever information you got...it probably isn't the whole story. It might not even be an accurate story! My envelope looked like blatant lies, too, and I know we're not the only ones.

It's probably just to make us doubt ourselves right now - that's what he wants, right? So I promise, it'll be okay.

...make us doubt ourselves. If that was the intention then he was pretty successful at that with me.

[Mouri doesn't lift his head but at least rolls it to a side]

I know I shouldn't let it bother me but I can't avoid it. I know you are right.

...I'm wondering what could be in yours. You don't let anything bother you, even if it told you something world-changing you wouldn't even be fazed by that.

[He's quiet for a moment; once again, he's very glad he's dealing with a drunk person, because maybe the hesitation will go unnoticed before he's back up to eleven again.]

Maybe someday I'll tell you! Assuming everything works out like that.

[Nah, he doesn't notice]

...do you trust me enough to tell me something like that once this is all over?

Why shouldn't I?

[And that much is prompt, actually.]

Even if I didn't, by that point, it's all going to be over but the crying, right? We'll go our separate ways and that will be it, and even if it was something terrible, it's not like you'd have a reason to kill me over it.

But that doesn't really matter, because really? Of course I do.

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