Trustfell Mods (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
trustharder) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
trusthell2016-04-10 12:00 pm
trustharder) wrote in trusthell2016-04-10 12:00 pm
WEEK 7.
Two more Survivors have left you; Aqua was killed in cold blood and Mettaton... well, your thoughts on Mettaton probably vary depending on how close you were to him, but either way he chose to end Aqua's life and paid the price for it. There are so few of you now. 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 seventh floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; you've done well. You've earned it. |
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week six 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!]
SUNDAY
no subject
So... that's it, then. That's the kind of place he left his family in. He counts the days - it's been a month and a half since he's seen them last.
They're probably dead or worse.
Okay.
He makes breakfast in the kitchen somewhat robotically - waffles today, and again enough to feed far more than himself. He has to make up for Aqua's absence, after all. He has to take responsibility.
So there's a growing pile of waffles out in the dining hall, with a sign that says 'take as many as you want'.
In the afternoon, he explores the new floor with the same amount of detachment, poking around the conference room and looking through shelves and desks in the office in silence.
He ends up in the bowling alley, and honestly throwing a heavy object at things that make a satisfying clatter noise sounds pretty good right now, so he'll spend most of the rest of the afternoon doing that. He's pretty good - doesn't get a strike or spare every time, but pretty good.
In the evening, he can be found in his room, 22, with the door open. He won't object to company, but he's not doing anything exciting - sitting on his bed with his knees drawn close to his chest.]
no subject
Instead, all Sigrun can do is step out of her room for a moment, feel sick, and then spend a good part of the day there, as unusual as she knows that is. She won't answer for anyone. Mostly because she's going to be calling a certain someone.
Later on, people who go to the workshop may notice that several of her wooden projects are gone. This is because she's moved them to the art studio which is where she's kind of just... sitting there, some paints around her, fabrics and basic sewing to be done for her small ships, and the wooden box covered by a cloth making a reappearance. She'll finish it in its entirety, at least, before she decides what to do with it.
By evening, it... should be clear to people that she has been doing her best to avoid anyone she can, and since she has plenty of snacks given to her from Mettaton (rest his soul, honestly and truly) it's easy to not go anywhere to eat.
She thinks about going to the shooting range to relive some stress. Thinks about the music room. Thinks how she should probably see what's on their newest floor, no fucking doubt up there, and decides that no one goes into the storage room on the first floor too often anyway, it'll be a nice place to tuck herself away for some last minute mourning before she has to become a Leader again.
(No one's expecting her to be good and well again, she knows.
But that's all the more reason to at least pretend.)]
Storage Room
It should have taken long enough that he had a good idea of what to say when he actually found her.
He doesn't, though. He opens the door, opens his mouth when he sees her there, and then shuts it for a few moments.]
...May I come in?
no subject
'Course, shrimpy. Not the comfiest place to sit, but make yourself at home.
[Don't comment on her less than leaderly appearance, it's clear she's been taking a silent cry as much as she hates it. Her voice is all stuck up too. Who the hell cries? Not her, dammit, she's seen a lot more people die, she shouldn't be affected the way she is.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
investigatioooon
"You still think you're the only monster on the team?"
"We're monsters, buddy. You gotta own it. Make a stand."
"Ultron thinks we're monsters and we're what's wrong with the world. This isn't just about beating him. It's about whether he's right."
"I adore you.")
When Bruce wakes up there's nothing but a huge, gaping emptiness where his emotions usually are and the remnants of tears on his eyes; he'd been crying in his sleep.
He's so tired.
For a long time Bruce just stays in his room staring at the blank ceiling of his room, but eventually he does come out. He makes a stop at the kitchen first - its already close to lunch by the time Bruce is out. The food Cherryblod made earlier is all already gone, and since nobody else is doing it Bruce more or less ends up making lunch for everyone - nothing much, just similar fare as what he had Speedwagon had made during the gathering after... what happened.
When he's done he places all those dishes out in the dining hall for everyone to eat, only lingering around for long enough to eat his own share before he goes off to try and occupy himself for the rest of the day - which is to explore the new seventh floor. He does check every room, but in particular he focuses his efforts more in the office, starting off with checking the drawers at the desk. Hopefully they're unlocked.
...he can't quite bring himself to do any real science things today, not with what he had dreamed, so in the evening Bruce is back in the kitchen cooking again for dinner. Again its another simple fare, and again he leaves the food out for anyone to eat if they so wish. This time, however, he takes a plate of food and brings it to room 9 - his room.
The only room that's occupied, now, in the row of rooms that he's in. (It feels like a perfect reflection of him right now, honestly.)
When nighttime rolls around the door to his room is opened for once, although the reason of that becomes clear - Bruce is sitting with his back to the door, right at the edge of the threshold between his room and the outside. He's leaning against it with his head tilted up to rest against the door and a hand pressed over his eyes. On the floor beside him is his Ubiquitous Notebook, its pages flipped open to show a written list of Earth-based locations, dates/years and occasional names. There's also a copy of his profile written, with the (?) of his Avenger occupation circled around multiple times, and then an arrow that leads from it to the very last thing on his list - Sokovia/Fiji, 2015, Ultron.
...if you listen closely enough, there might be the quiet sounds of sniffling and slow, deep breaths, as if somebody is trying very hard not to cry.]
Nighttime
There's a notebook. Mouri feels it'd kind of be an intrusion if he tried to read it. Mouri had come to understand that already]
You look like there's no hope. Is there anything I can do to help?
no subject
For a moment it seems almost as if Bruce wants to say something, but he just ends up shaking his head.]
It's... nothing here will be of much use.
[It's not that he's thinking lowly of you, Mouri. It's just. There's nothing to do for him in this case. It's all far beyond his reach.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
HELLO FRIEND MODS ARE HERE
They're unlocked, by the way.]
no subject
There is never a method to anything he does.Anyway it's awesome that they're not locked--he's doing his best to see if there's any documents or books that can possibly give them a better idea of what exactly this place is. he'll he thoroughly checking each drawer too from top to bottom.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
Nighttime
Walking over, he leans down to rest a hand on Bruce's shoulder.]
Hey. You doin' okay?
[As he speaks, Stan lets a folded scrap of paper slip from his sleeve and into Bruce's lap.]
no subject
...can't exactly say I'm fine right now.
[He doesn't really notice the paper falling, too caught up with his emotions now as it is. He'll probably see it later, when he's... more composed.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
Investigating!
Mettaton had said they had done SOMETHING that made the Kingmaker want to kill them en mass. He had to tell himself it was because they were on the edge of something big. He HAD, HAD, HAD to. He had seen what happens when one covers their eyes and ears, and he won't let himself lay down and stop. If he does he fears he won't get back up again.
His 'pretty purple' soul flutters and bashes itself against his chest, like a bird against a window. He can see the otherside why can't he touch it?! Back 'home' in his memories a madman is trying to kill him, Yu stands between him, Chie and death. He can't waste his potential sacrifice.
First things first he stands in front of Room 13, face set. His MP3 player was assumed in there. He wonders if Mettaton had time to use it that night. If, god help him, he had it while killing. He's not sure he even wants it back at all.
Later he hits the new floor, and after seeing someone already checking the strange office he heads to the conference room, looking over the white and black boards.
And just before 'night' time he's in the dojo, practicing some of the stuff he had picked up from Mouri's lessons. It's a little awkward without a partner, but he's trying. It's physical effort, and that's what he needs.]
Dojo
Need a partner?
[He's trying to sound normal. Like he isn't on the edge of despair. Maybe physical activity will help him, too.]
no subject
Sure. It looks kinda silly by myself.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
HELLO FRIEND MODS ARE HERE
One: Mettaton's door is actually unlocked - it seems he knew he had people that would want to get in, in the event that he failed. As such, the latch has actually got duct tape over it, holding it open such that it wouldn't just lock behind him; it's not an elegant fix, but it'll work.
Your headphones and MP3 player are on the bed; it looks like he was doing things with them, if you know how to look - any fingerprints that may have been on the player itself have been wiped off (given that he wore gloves all the time that's to be expected), and the headphones have been adjusted away from how one would leave them if they were worn around one's neck. So yeah, they were used. They're also thankfully not covered in blood, hydrogen peroxide or anything else that indicates they were used during the time of the murder.
Two: What are you looking for, as far as the boards go?]
no subject
And mostly just looking to see if anything is written on them!]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
no subject
He doesn't want to dip into his stockpiled food now, though, so by the afternoon he's forced out. He stops by the kitchen to take one of the sandwiches left out by Bruce, eating quickly and quietly as he flips through a book. He's going too fast to actually be reading it - it's not like he doesn't know the thing back to front anyway - but it's something to keep himself occupied.
He then goes upstairs to the fourth floor men's room. It doesn't take long, but anyone who happens to walk in will find him unscrewing one of the mirrors from the wall.
After that, he goes to the chapel. Aqua's Wayfinder has been repaired to the best of his ability - but before leaving it on the memorial, he appears to have decided to use it in some kind of setup involving a mirror laid out on the floor along with a few candles. Judging by the look of the red-and-gold journal he's flipping through, it looks like something occult might be brewing.
For now, though, he's just grumbling to himself.]
Dammit Sixer, you gotta make everything difficult...?
Chapel
But today he wanted to look at the stuffed animals Black had put up, so he ends up stumbling on this... whatever this is. Yosuke stays behind the farthest pew, so he doesn't accidentally step on something important]
Uhm... Mr. Pines?
no subject
[.......were you looking for an explanation for this, or...?]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
chapel
Doing somethin', Stan?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
Chapel
...Mister Pines? [Speedwagon steps into the room, standing among the pews.] Paying your respects some more, then?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
Chapel
Not that we're saying anyone's watching or anything, but maybe...]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
Men's Room
Stan is...doing something with that mirror, yep]
Do you really think there could be secret compartments behind the bathroom mirrors?
[Because that must be what Stan is doing]
(no subject)
Investi... gation?
"Ultimate Deep Pass Overdrive....!"
"Go... dear friend... go. Baron Zeppli...!"
Well that's not what Speedwagon was asking for in a dream at all. Not after everything that yesterday had decided to be for them. More monsters to fight, and a friend that's been struck dead in the fight.
And he was still alive.
Somehow.
For a while, Speedwagon's on autopilot. Out of his room, and over to the kitchen for this morning's breakfast. He's rooting through the fridge, eyeing the many leftovers from last night. He's not feeling up to eating too much today. But here's waffles. That's neat.
Another floor opened up for them. He wanted to try and guess how many there might be, enough to last the rest of their time here? Who knows. Speedwagon will be exploring the floor for a good chunk of the day. Seeing as others seem to be having their own investigations, he could busy himself with looking over.... the bowling alley?
Yeah, this'll go great. He'll start over by those lanes first.
Just as the night begins to come around, Speedwagon's doing the night patrols around the first floor. It's a mind-numbing task, but there's so few of them now it would be worse if he didn't do his part. Anything to keep anyone else from dying.]