WEEK 7.

[trustharder]

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. SURVIVORS REMAINING: 12

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!]

Comments

room 22

[notjustawriter]

[At some point, there will be a knock at his door.]

Cherryblod? You in there?

[cherryblooded]

Evening. Come on in.

[He'll pick himself up off the bed to welcome Gabriel inside.]

[notjustawriter]

[He steps inside, managing the slightest of smiles.]

Woulda made you some tea, but I didn't think of it until just now.

[cherryblooded]

That's alright. Did you need something?

[notjustawriter]

Nothing in particular.

[.....]

I just figured you might appreciate the company right now.

[cherryblooded]

Won't turn it down, anyway. Thank you.

[He sits back down on the bed, for lack of anywhere else to sit comfortably.]

[notjustawriter]

[He takes the chair, then, looking awkward and unsure.]

I reckon it's important for us to stick together. There are so few of us now, we need a reason to keep going.

[But admittedly he's tired and exhausted, and doesn't know how much longer he can keep doing this.]

[cherryblooded]

Mm. It would be easy to give up.

[...And sometimes he feels like doing just that.]

[notjustawriter]

...It would be easy to do. I suspect that's what the Kingmaker wants.

[cherryblooded]

He might get it. By the time this game is over, he might.

[notjustawriter]

I can't say I'd blame you, but....

The Kingmaker, bein' who he is.... I'm not sure it's worth giving him the satisfaction.

[cherryblooded]

It's not that I want to. It's just... difficult.

[notjustawriter]

I understand, of course. It's hard not to feel despair.

[cherryblooded]

You've never had children, I presume.

[notjustawriter]

No.

[.....]

But I lost both my parents when I was eight.

[cherryblooded]

I'm sorry.

[He isn't sure how young that is exactly, but it sounds like 'too young'.]

[notjustawriter]

This whole situation has been a tragedy week after week.

[cherryblooded]

And every week, it seems like there's less and less we can do about it.

[notjustawriter]

...Yeah.

It's grim.

[cherryblooded]

What is there to do, at this point? Look in the same old places trying to find new clues we've missed...