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trustharder) wrote in trusthell2016-02-29 11:32 am
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.) |
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!]
WEDNESDAY
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Later in the day, he can be found at the vending machine. He's not putting in any coins - he's actually just pressing the buttons in random orders. Weird.
After he's finished whatever that was, he heads down to the library and sits for a while with some crappy novel. He doesn't look entertained, but he's still there. What the hell else is there to do?]
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[...with whatever Stan's doing, exactly, Cherryblod isn't sure. He's doing something, at least.]
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Get anything good?
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library!
[Yeah there's Bruce, who's more or less a usual sight in this room by now. He's got a small handful of books with him that he's bringing back after having finished reading them.
He's a pretty fast reader.]
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[ WEIRD BIRD HAS ENTERED THE SCENE at a quickened pace! The King has quite the sweet tooth. He seems to suddenly freeze in place though when he sees who's at the pan-- ]
Oh--um.
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[It sounds like he's joking.]
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[He's not exactly sure what the old man is doing, but it's the best way to kill some time though.]
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He puts in a coin, and... out comes a large shark. ]
...The fuck?
[ The universe is making shark jokes in your direction, deal with it. A little while later, he'll be in the kitchen making breakfast. Sandwiches and orange juice is simple enough and he can't fuck it up.
In the afternoon he'll be around in the library, pulling out books at random to read the back or flipping through the pages before putting them back on the shelf. He doesn't really care about reading but there isn't a lot of things to do in this shithole. ]
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I think it's cute, actually.
[Says the person who knows actual sharks.]
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[Bruce is in as well, mostly just to find some new books to look through and take more notes of.
Yeah, he's well on his way to probably going through every damn book in the library.]
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kitchen
Morning. Probably, assuming that infernal alarm is right.
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Oooh, it's you!
[Captain Obvious arrived. Sigrun's already had a round with this thing yesterday, but her stuff is safely stored for later use.
... Except for the multicolored bracelets that look so out of place on her good arm, anyway.]
Looks comfy to sleep with. Are you keeping it?
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It suits you.
[-Because those damn teeth. ...That's a pretty big thing to come out of the vending machine, isn't it?]
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[ Yato loves the kitchen because he can cook but he never has food of his own to cook... Judging from the stuff he's pulled out, he's about to make something with a lot of eggs. ]
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And below all of that is a note from Bruce himself:]
[--and indeed, throughout the day those are the places where Bruce usually will be. His usual haunt is quickly becoming the library as he continues his quest to go through every book in the room, with the occasional break or change of scenery at the dining hall where he he's seen reading a book (or books) from the library, sometimes pausing to write notes and such in the same shabbily made makeshift notebook he was already seen with on Monday. Also, instead of the terrible neon green jumpsuit he's been wearing for the last few days now he's switched it for an equally terrible neon purple jumpsuit.
And what happened with the other jumpsuit, you ask... well in the evening that question will be answered should you go to the laundry room - Bruce will be there washing said jumpsuit in one of the basins, doing his best to be as through as possible.]
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[Cherryblod is washing his own suit-suit and wearing his neon orange jumpsuit, despite earlier protests he'd only wear it as a last resort.
Needing to keep his clothes clean is a last resort, I guess.]
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Good job on the bulletin.
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WEDNESDAY DAY - NIGHT
'ASLEEP. STAY OUT, EIDE-SAN. I NEED TO BE WELL RESTED FOR TONIGHT'
Yeah, that special mention was needed. The last he needs right now is somebody to wake him up by dragging him from the ankles, thank you.
At 8:00 PM Mouri finally gets out of his room and goes to the kitchen, always clutching a good amount of grounded coffee to prepare. He spends the next two hours making as much coffee as he can and filling containers with it, piling them aside.
At 10:00 PM he is in his decided spot. He has brought a chair and positioned it in the little hallway that leads to the storage (near the bedrooms) so he has a clear view of the elevator. He found a spot where anybody coming from the elevator would be unable to see him, much to his satisfaction.
His plan: attempt to catch the Kingmaker in action when he gets to this place to leave coins around. Mouri is sure that is how he does it, by coming from the elevator and going to the bedrooms to put coins around.
If you are having a late stroll around the shelter - and you see well enough in the dark because he's trying to stay in the shadows - you may see him, with a weird bird-shaped water pipe in his mouth, a dozen containers of coffee with him, a candle wrapped so it gives as little light as possible and a few books. You are welcome to talk to him as long as you are moderately silent and are ready to be quiet once the Kingmaker arrives]
nighttime
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8 PM if that works?
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However, he's still hanging out in the dining hall in the late morning, and it seems he's going to be there for quite some time; he's sitting up on one of the tables again, legs crossed at the knee and...well, at least he's not fucking with his phone this time. Instead, he's got one of those weird ukeleles from the machine with him, and while he's not playing it properly (he's got it laid across his lap like it's a very small zither) he's plinking away at it idly; what he's doing doesn't sound random, though – it sounds like he doesn't quite remember the tune he's trying for, at least for a good while after he begins, and the fact that he seems intensely concentrated on this stupid little instrument goes a long way toward supporting that notion. But eventually it starts sounding less like he's making An Attempt and more like...well, something coherent.
It's been a while since he's heard that one, and longer since he even really bothered to listen to it at all; he isn't sure why it's in his head now, but there it is.
He'll be there and messing around with it for a while; the instrument isn't the only thing he's got with him, though – he's got a random assortment of crap sitting out on the table next to him, and a piece of paper with some words scrawled across it in pen duct-taped in front of it:
THESE ARE ALL THINGS I DON'T CARE ABOUT. IF YOU WANT SOMETHING HERE, TRADE ME SOMETHING INTERESTING FOR IT.
There are some things that he's keeping in his room, of course, things that he wants for himself, and he's still wearing that stupid necklace he pulled out of the machine; at the same time, there's still a decent amount of stuff that he either just does not have a single fuck to give in its general direction or literally can't use, so. Have at, as long as you've got something to trade him for it.]
[OOC: Anything in that first section of the inventory, regarding stuff he will shamelessly yard-sale to literally anyone, is fair game for trade if you're so interested.]
Yard Sale
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In the library she can be found finally giving into her urges and stacking books into one of the Maidenly Carry-on Bags she got from the vending machine yesterday, a couple balanced on her head as she takes them back to her room.
There's mysterious sounds coming from the storage room as she chows down on the weird bag of (oiltatoe) chips as her midnight snack, for no other purpose that it's an enclosed space she can face the doorway of and have her back against a wall. Nighttime's always made her feel antsy. It's when trolls, beasts, and giants are all at their most active, and as sealed as this vault is old habits die hard.
At least she's pretty clearly illuminated by the multitudes of candles lit around her. They're something she dislikes immensely for the most part, but so long as they're useful they're fine.
The last place she's got on her mind is the incinerator, but she vastly underestimated how long it's taking to heat up so she can burn her trash. God, she is so bored.]
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i lied 3/4
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...is a chore list even a good idea?
Afterwards, he'll be taking his meal (two peanut butter sandwiches, provided they haven't all been taken by other people) in his room--but the door to 24 is open, so feel free to stop by! He'll just be... not touching his food apparently, too busy straightening up his notes from the meeting on Monday and from Bruce's summary in the dining hall. There's also a couple of books taken from the library, and a dictionary that has various pages bookmarked doggy-ear style.
Please someone remind him eating is a real thing that human people need.Finally, two more things: dishes (he finds doing them by hand relaxing, so dump off your dirty plates and silverware on him! he'll happily take it!) and laundry. Just his own though! ...he even has a little side sectioned off for himself with rope and blankets so no one sees him. He's not in a scandalous state of undress or anything (unless you consider "shirtless" scandalous), he's just... a little self-conscious, okay. ]
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At any point during the day Zagi can be found snacking on something from the machine. He has so much food, he's gonna eat it all. He'll eventually settle in the dining room though, where he's playing with the Small Light he got out of the vending machine. Unsurprisingly, he's completely fascinated by this and he just keeps turning it on and off and shining it everywhere (and sometimes in his eyes, as you do).
If you're up really late at night you might hear and see something a bit unusual.]
YEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!!
[Hopefully you weren't out in the hallways, because there goes Zagi, zipping down the hallways on the Roller Slippers.]
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Around midday Lynne can be found in the dining room sitting on the edge of a table with a very clear frown on her face. She's twirling something quite sinister in her hand: a butterfly knife. Once enough people have filed in to eat their lunch she calls out.]
I have an announcement. It seems the vending machine is spitting out some unsavory items- [and she doesn't just mean the thongs] so please be careful, okay?
[She stays standing by the table in case anyone wants to discuss this problem with her.]
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With his storage room detour over, he makes his way to the dining hall for a cup of coffee (thanks Stan). He then takes a seat at a table and stays there for a good chunk of time. Apparently he was looking for something specific, as a small tool kit sits opened up and sorted out in front of him with his phone next to it all. Judging from the way he's mulling over it, he's...potentially about to play with fire.
The rest of Colress' day is spent milling around in the library. He spends a little while going through some books with varying degrees of interest due to the lack of nonfiction, but he eventually abandons that for some serious study time. He can be found at a table, jotting down information on some sheets of paper he found in the storage room. Some of it appears to be relating to the situation thus far, but other notes must be from things back home, because a particular page includes a detailed drawing of a mole-like creature with huge claws. While the home situation may be dire, Colress simply can't allow himself to forget about what he was doing back there!]
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