Week 5.

[trustharder]

WEEK 5 Three more have joined the deceased this past week. Taichi Yagami was punished for breaking a rule, Megumi Sakura was killed, and Norman Bates... well, the less said about Norman, the better. A third of you are dead now; your losses are becoming more and more evident with each passing week. 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 fifth floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; you'll probably need the distraction after the last trial. SURVIVORS REMAINING: 18 SURVIVORS REMAINING: 17

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week five 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

arcade

[isafraid]

[There is, in a sentence, a lot of flashing lights and boxes everywhere. And oh my goodness they are so bright and flashing. Speedwagon's not sure if he'll go blind or not, but he's glad to run across Gabriel at some point.]

Just what the hell is this place? I feel like I'm walking through a bizarre dream!

[notjustawriter]

[Good, Gabriel can explain this! Sort of.]

It's an arcade. There are a bunch of games here. Kinda like the thing the Kingmaker gave us. I don't recognize most of 'em, though.

[isafraid]

...Games, eh? Like the game room?

[But this... doesn't look anything like...]

[notjustawriter]

Yeah, sort of. These are video games. They're a bit more high-tech than that.

[isafraid]

I can tell that much! Standing in here feels a tad like a rainbow!

[He glances to one of the cabinets. SPACE INVADERS it says.]

Is that supposed to be normal?

[notjustawriter]

...Space Invaders?

Oh, this is a simple game. It's a puzzle; you play a little spaceship and you shoot at the other space ships.

[isafraid]

...I meant to point out all the flashing lights, as a matter of fact.

[.....]

There's quite a bit I didn't understand about that.

[notjustawriter]

[Oh right, 1800s.]

It's, ah...

See that little thing right there? You control it with this stick. [And he demonstrates.] You press this button here and it shoots at these other guys like a gun.

[isafraid]

[It's a mythical time, full of danger and no video games.]

...Oh, that's it, eh? Sounds easy enough.

[Shoot the things with the other thing. Okay. He'll just take the position in front of the cabinet...]

Hard to imagine how people enjoy these so much, to be honest.

[notjustawriter]

[He grins.]

Dunno, really. They're pretty fun, though I don't know how kids spend all day in the arcade. Seems a little extreme.

[isafraid]

[He grins in return. Alright, come and get it, "space invaders".

Pew pew. Pew, pew pew.]

Feels a bit like a dream. Some kind of flashy wonder from the future, eh?

[He gives Gabriel a light shrug.] Though that might just be me.

[notjustawriter]

I can't blame you for that. This is all pretty new to you.

They're pretty fun, in my opinion. Don't play them too often or anything, but I've been in an arcade enough to know the ropes.

At least we don't have to pay anything here.

[isafraid]

You have to pay to use these things? [Oh, whoops it's getting a bit faster. He's got to put his focus on this now.]

Around the time we first got here... I seem to recall miss Lynne talking to me about "cars". And then there's the "internet" and now this... Seems like there's way more out there in your times then I can imagine.

[notjustawriter]

Technology changes fast in the time I'm from, it's true. The world Bruce talks about isn't one that sounds familiar to me at all, and he's only from a little over ten years ahead of me.

[You can do it, Speedy!]

[isafraid]

Well with such wonders as everything they've been going on about for a while now -- get that last one, blast -- I'd wager that there's far more then they're even letting on about around us.

[He's working his way down to about half the ships. For someone that's never actually played a game before, he's got amazing coordination.]

All that 'internet' and such? Ever heard of that?

[notjustawriter]

Probably.

A lot of it just seems mundane to 'em, I'm sure.

[At that question.]

I've heard of it. I know it was invented by the military, but not much more than that.

[isafraid]

Military. Now that's just something, seeing as they're still waving around rifles and canons wherever they go.

[The ships are... going a fair bit faster. Oh no.]

Guess some of them don't know how lucky they are to have all of that, do they?

[notjustawriter]

It was meant to be a way for different organizations in America to speak with each other, I believe.

[....]

No, you're right. Most people don't have a clue.

[isafraid]

[....He lost.]

I guess I'll always be holding up the rear. I'm hardly anything helpful when it comes to those cases.

[notjustawriter]

Nah, don't say that. It's not like I've been much use, either.

[isafraid]

Suppose we could both do a bit more around here, huh?

[notjustawriter]

Sounds like a good idea to me.

I used to be good at pokin' around and findin' things, but it's a bit harder in a situation like this.

[isafraid]

Any little bit helps, don't it?

[He believes in ya, gabriel.]

[notjustawriter]

'Course.

Same to you.