WEEK 1.

[trustharder]

WEEK 1 As much as this sounds like a bad joke all around, it looks like one thing is being played completely straight: you're not going anywhere. After the Kingmaker has answered your questions (or, well, perhaps it's more accurate to say he didn't answer them, at least as far as most of those little Q&A sessions went), you'll be left up to your own devices – feel free to continue exploring and getting to know your fellow Survivors for the next several days. Should you want to eat something you're free to use the kitchen before 10PM, but after that the doors will be locked and no amount of fussing with the locks or trying to break them down will get them to budge. And no, the robot cannot punch them in for you. Notably, though, starting bright and early on Monday morning (or maybe just early, since there aren't any windows) you'll be treated to the most unholy damn noise – it's very definitely an electric siren of some sort, probably some kind of klaxon, blaring out over the PA system. It only blasts once, but really, for something that loud, once is enough. This will happen every morning at 7AM and again in the evenings at 10PM. You'll be able to hear it no matter what room you're in. There isn't any punishment for sleeping through it, but you don't want to waste the day in bed, now do you? (Unless you were out exploring all last night. In which case, go back to bed, damn.) SURVIVORS REMAINING: 27

MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week one of Trustfell! Feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget to save those threads for coins and the activity check!

There are also two new posts for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

Comments

Vending Machine

[cherryblooded]

Having any luck?

[...with whatever Stan's doing, exactly, Cherryblod isn't sure. He's doing something, at least.]

[goodforsomething]

Not yet.

[This may look weird, huh.]

Some of those fancy new vending machines have codes you can punch in to make them open or whatever. Makes 'em harder to break into. [sure, that's it]

[cherryblooded]

I see, so as long as you have enough time to waste, you can keep trying combinations.

...Don't locks like that usually bar you from getting in after too many failed attempts?

[goodforsomething]

[Stan just shrugs.]

It hasn't said anything about that yet.

[cherryblooded]

Might as well keep going, in that case. Good luck.

[goodforsomething]

Yeah, it's not like there's anything else to do around here. I'm gonna lose my damn mind if I don't find something.

[cherryblooded]

This seems just a little more boring than reading a book.

[goodforsomething]

Could be more productive, too. Probably not, but -

[He shrugs.]

- well, I ain't gonna be here all day.

[cherryblooded]

I could keep you company, in the meantime. Although it's really a one-person job.

[goodforsomething]

Yeah, I'd hate to bore ya.

[.....]

Wanna hear about the time I punched a pterodactyl?

[cherryblooded]

I would absolutely love to hear about the time you punched a pterodactyl.

[goodforsomething]

[Stan chuckles. He has, admittedly, no idea how Cherryblod knows what a pterodactyl even is, but he seems to know about a lot of shit that shouldn't be in the ocean.]

Okay, so my niece Mabel's got this pet pig. Waddles. She loves that thing - plays with it, sleeps with it, knits them little matching sweaters. I can't say I'm a big fan of havin' a pig in my house...but it's kinda adorable.

[We should note that this story will be edited to make Stan look better.]

Then one day when it's outside, a giant pterodactyl swoops down from the sky and carries Waddles off!

[cherryblooded]

[Hey, they have books in the ocean, okay.

Cherryblod nods, listening closely.]

Are pterodactyls a common problem where you are? Or does this one just have it our for your niece's pig?

[goodforsomething]

[YOU CAN'T GET BOOKS WET]

Yeah, that's the thing. They're all supposed to be extinct. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen the damn thing.

Of course, like all the bullshit around that town, it came outta the woods. It flew back there - but Waddles' little pig sweater got snagged on a branch, and it left a trail of yarn showin' us where it'd gone. Mabel was real upset, so me, the kids, and Soos decided to head after it.

[cherryblooded]

[YOU CAN if they're underwater books]

What happened when you gave chase?

[goodforsomething]

Well, we got out there and ran into Old Man McGucket. He's a local kook, likes to run around shoutin' about crazy stuff - he's the only kinda guy who'd ever go that deep into the woods. He told us he saw the thing fly down into the old abandoned mines.

The trees out that way make this real sticky sap. Most of the time it's just annoying and kinda gross, but the trees out there were big old things. They'd dripped so much sap that some dinosaurs got stuck in it down in the mines, and they never came back out - not until the sap started meltin' away. Lemme tell ya, we were lucky it was just the pterodactyl that got out. That place would've made a great theme park.

Anyway, we were lookin' around at all these frozen monsters, and then suddenly, the pterodactyl comes screechin' outta the darkness to try and grab us! We had to run deeper into the mines. Turns out there was a whole jungle down there. It was way down below us, though; the only place we could go was the pterodactyl's nest.

[cherryblooded]

[That theme park seems like a bad idea for some reason. He can't put his finger on why.]

And...?

[goodforsomething]

Well, the damn pig ended up knockin' me outta the nest.

We fell right down onto the jungle floor, with all the weird giant mushrooms, and the pterodactyl came swoopin' right down after us. It was headed after Waddles again, so I grabbed him first and jumped on it. Punched that jerk lizard right in the eye!

It flew us back up tryin' to get the kids and we got off and ran back into the mines. Ended up havin' to take a geyser back up! Wouldn't...wouldn't recommend that.

[cherryblooded]

That sounds like an excellent way to get sick.

Congratulations on your heroism.

[goodforsomething]

I could barely stand up straight for days after that. But hey, Mabel got her pig back.

[cherryblooded]

And that's what matters, right?

[goodforsomething]

Yeeeeeeah. I don't even like the thing much, but she was real upset.

[cherryblooded]

Good uncles have to make sacrifices for their nieces. Including putting up with pigs.

[He's known a pig or two in his day...]

[goodforsomething]

Yeah, yeah. Once the summer's over, her parents are gonna be dealin' with it.

...I wonder if she's mentioned that to them.

[cherryblooded]

Knowing children?

Probably not. They might say no if she did.