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trusthell2016-02-29 11:32 am
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!]
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[Almost embarrassingly mundane.]
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[That's still a thing, isn't it.]
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That's her. Doloz is her name.
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With a last memory like that, it's hardly a wonder why you were worried for her. [Lobster or not, these kidnappers seemed unnecessarily cruel.] If some kidnapper can nab someone right out of their bed, who knows what they're really capable of!
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I suppose it wouldn't be easy to take someone from inside their home in the first place. Not quite as difficult when you're in the middle of the street.
[Then again, Ogre Street was almost a literal maze some of the time.]
Where'd you live then, if that's a fact.
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...So I'm not certain this person is a human. Doubt it, actually.
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puts a hand on his face.
of course.]
Cor....
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[He's sort of been thinking of you has more or less human, Cherryblod...]
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[This is all actually kind of funny.]
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[Usually there's very little conversation to be had around the dinner table.]
Actually... just what are you, anyway?
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You're more then right on that point. Where I come from, shrimp are just what they're named, like as not. Can't say anything like mermaid-shrimp are common either.
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...Don't mean to put you off seafood forever.
[Just don't eat him or his close family and we're good.]
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For what it's worth... can't really say I've ever eaten lobster. That's usually something saved for the upper clasess.
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[Like eating your wife's species.]
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[...Antennae? gills? What.]
Until then, I'd say not worrying is the best idea we can have.
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It'd be a shame to never meet again after this, I mean.
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[like you're any better, speedy]
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[not that it's a bad thing, mind.]
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