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!]

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dining room

[wokeupdead]

[There's a lot of things to be wary of on the morning of their second day in murder vault, Lynne was not expecting tumbling to be one of those things. She's a tad drowsy, walking into the room with a cup of coffee, but she wakes up fast when there is a body coming right at her.]

WAAAAH!!

[She jumps back to avoid collision but her coffee is going everywhere.]

[blastiarm]

Ahh-- Hey, watch what you're doing, lady!

[ZAGI YOU'RE THE ONE JUMPING ALL OVER THE PLACE

He comes to a halt, bringing his arms up in time to avoid most of the coffee spilling all over him. His arm isn't quite as lucky, but thankfully it's made of metal so it won't feel the burn.]

Ugh. Now I'm going to have to clean it... Pay attention to where you're going, would ya!?

1/2

[wokeupdead]

[Which is exactly what she is going to say right now, thanks.]

You're the one jumping around without warning!! Don't do stuff like that so early in the morning!

[She's ready to round on him in an instant until-]

2/2

[wokeupdead]

Oh no! Are you okay?! [Except he's still complaining and not... yelling.] Doesn't that hurt?

[Dude, coffee is hot???]

[blastiarm]

Well yeah, where the hell else am I supposed to stretch?

[that was not stretching]

And yeah, it's fine. It's a metal arm, it's alright. I guess I need to make sure that coffee didn't get into any joints or anything?

[The ???? is very obvious. He doesn't know how to take care of this thing at all.]

[wokeupdead]

You're room would probably be better! [Anywhere not the dining hall, to be honest.

Metal arms are new and exciting though so she perks up at the information. She's also just happy she didn't scald someone by accident. There's that too.]]

That's pretty high tech. You can move it around and everything! [...] Do you need a napkin or something?

[blastiarm]

I think I'm gonna try to use a towel. A little bit of water maybe...

[He tips his head a bit as he considers.]

But yeah, it's like nothing I've ever seen before. It's a blastia, but I've never seen an arm like this. It's pretty cool.

[wokeupdead]

I don't think you're supposed to get metals wet, right? [Rust and all that??? Is your arm stainless steel, Zagi?] You're arm's a blaster... Does it shoot pellets?

[You're the second person she has misunderstood referring to blasters. This is going to become a thing.]

[blastiarm]

What's a blaster? I don't think it shoots anything? It doesn't really do anything special, it's just an arm.

[...but good point about the water. What is he supposed to do about the coffee????]

[wokeupdead]

What? [Okay, no. She can do this properly. What did he actually say, Lynne, focus.] Blastia then... What's it good for if it doesn't blast things!?

[blastiarm]

Ohhh-- Not all blastia blast things! Though when they do, they're really powerful. I don't really know what this one does outside of power the arm and... not work here, I guess.

[wokeupdead]

But blast is right in the name! [It'd be such a rip off to get one that couldn't blow things up...] I wouldn't want a battery named after something that blows up.

[But okay he is still standing around with coffee soaking onto his arms so they should probably do something about that? To the kitchen they go? There's probably damp towels they can borrow there.]

[blastiarm]

[The kitchen sounds good!! Let's see if we can figure something out in here.]

...What's a battery?

[i'm so sorry]

[wokeupdead]

[Lynne is in the middle of gathering dish towels when he... asks that.]

Um. Well, you know? Those little sticks that power things like flashlights?

[A+ explanation.]

[blastiarm]

[The ??????? is probably super obvious even before he opens his mouth.]

I've never heard of anything like that. Or a flashlight.

[wokeupdead]

[Noo.... Stop talking about stuff that supports that Kingmaker's wild claims of multiple worlds.]

Seriously? Every house should have one! They're like- [she twists up the towel to make a vaguely cylindrical shape.] this long and they light stuff up. So you can see in the dark without turning on a lamp.

[blastiarm]

Huh. Why not just use a lantern? Or magic? Or a blastia?

[it's always goddamn blastia]

[wokeupdead]

Because magic isn't real. [she sounds so dejected. thanks, black.] Lanterns are pretty old school too.

[. . .]

You don't actually believe the multiple worlds thing, do you?

[blastiarm]

What are you talking about? Magic is totally real. I don't use it, but plenty of people do.

[...]

So uh, yeah? Your world's got flashlights and batteries or whatever and mine has blastia and magic. So...

[It seems pretty straightforward to him!]

[wokeupdead]

[Ugh! She can't refute it when he says it so casually.]

If we accept that multiple worlds are real then it means he could be right about them ending too! I'd rather he be wrong about everything.

[blastiarm]

Hey, listen. Just 'cause he's right about one thing doesn't mean he's right about everything. We've got proof we're from different worlds, right? Our memories and experiences are that proof of that. But we don't have any proof that our worlds are destroyed. So don't worry so much.

[DEALING WITH THAT WOULD BE A HASSLE SO JUST DON'T DO IT??? zagi is so good at handling people]

[wokeupdead]

[Meeting someone even more lackadaisical than herself is a trip. But... it brightens her mood as well. She looks down for a second long before she seems to accept his logic completely.]

You're right! He hasn't offered us any real proof or anything. Thanks!

[blastiarm]

See? There's no reason to trust his word just 'cause he was right about one thing.

[wokeupdead]

[She'll throw that towel over to him, clean up pal.]

Yup. There were loads of times my teachers were wrong about something but that doesn't mean everything else was wrong too. [No Lynne, you were just a bad student they were probably correct.]

[blastiarm]

[He catches it easily and gets to work. He's surprisingly careful about it.]

Oh, you actually went to school? Is that a normal thing where you're from?