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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!]
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[Caren drags herself out of bed, but it's at least an hour and a half before she leaves her bedroom for the hallway. She's still wearing the purple crepe top, flare jeans, and stiletto boots, if only because that spare outfit is garbage even if you're from 2003. At least this goes with the purple pendant she has, though a shell with wings is a little strange.
She makes her way to the kitchen first, takes more slices of bread than will fit in the toaster at one time, and starts toasting them on high. After breakfast, it's time to check out the vending machine, though she doesn't put any coins in. She's just looking around it to try and figure out what's inside or how to get things out.
...don't... don't shake the machine.
Later in the day, you'll find Caren in the storage room, looking over the survival supplies and wrinkling her nose.]
Well, whether this apocalypse thing is true or not, he certainly seems to think so.
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[ She's not expecting to find anyone here, but. ]
... He seems incredibly prepared.
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... It's worrisome, though.
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What all have you found? Are all of these boxes filled with survival gear?
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Kitchen
[There is some concern here, yes.]
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I don't know otherwise, but is that's how that machine works?
[If so, modern technology is weird.]
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Coins? Erm, can't say I carry many pounds in my pockets at the moment.
[Hobowagon, remember?]
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Hang on....
Ah! He pulls out a small amount of them.]
I guess I should've know you'd mean these. They were sitting out, clear as day for me.
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[Yes.]
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Eh, guess we'll never know. Obviously he wouldn't leave it in here with us...not that I'd complain if he did.
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