WEEK 8.

[trustharder]

WEEK 8 Another two Survivors have died this week. Shirazu and Aiden both cared deeply for their families and ultimately, their lives were lost because of an incentive targeting their loved ones. Who will fall victim to an incentive this week? Who will survive? That's up to you all, isn't it? Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; there aren't any bodies to be found on Sunday morning. But that doesn't mean the night was uneventful - it seems something else may have brought you some newfound clarity. Or perhaps not... If you venture up to the seventh floor, you'll find that there aren't another set of stairs leading upwards. It seems that this is as high as you can go. You're free to explore, of course, but you won't have any new rooms to discover. SURVIVORS REMAINING: 10

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week eight of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains!

The text and calling posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

Comments

vending machine

[captainobnoxious]

[That's uh.

That's a sight. She'd been coming to take care of her bag full of coins too, before she decides to head to the chapel, but uh.

Yeah. What's she even do. She'll go over and cover his mouth?]

[cherryblooded]

[Well, now he's not laughing, so step one has been achieved!

He tugs lightly on her arm. Hey, stop that.]

[captainobnoxious]

Are you gonna laugh again?

[Because if so, she's less likely to let go.]

[cherryblooded]

[He shakes his head. He'll be good. Probably.]

[captainobnoxious]

[... Okay. She'll let him go, staring at the (once?) rapping fish with a disquieted expression on her face.]

That's not edible, is it? It doesn't look very edible.

[cherryblooded]

[It's quiet for now, thankfully.]

Looks like plastic. I wouldn't eat it.

[captainobnoxious]

[Good.]

I wasn't gonna anyway. It still talks.

[...]

Oh. By the way, speaking of talking food, the Kingmaker apparently didn't eat the quail he killed.

[cherryblooded]

That's good to know.

[The King doesn't deserve that. Nobody does. It'd be like eating Sigrun.]

[captainobnoxious]

[Gross? She'd only let her boyfriend do that.

If he wanted to.

And could?

... We're not thinking about this anyplace but trials.]

I told him it was a waste of a bird, but uh. Yeah. I probably wouldn't have felt very good about eating him anyway. It's just a habit to eat what you can get your hands onto back where I'm from.

I mean, never had to deal with my food talking life's philosophies with me before, but you know.

[cherryblooded]

No, I understand. Don't have a problem eating fish or birds or whatever you need to survive, as long as it wasn't a person once.

...Can't say there aren't people who disagree with me, but, nothing I can do about that.

[Orcas, man.]

[captainobnoxious]

Yeaah, there's plenty of beasts who'll eat each other. Ones of the same species tend to not? But outside ones get the short end of the stick if they're smaller.

[...]

In most cases. I've seen communities of different ones before, not to mention the trolls themselves. They tend to come together to hunt for food.

[cherryblooded]

Predators do that sometimes. Especially orcas. Apex predators.

[He says it like it's about the same level of insult as 'American tourists'.]

[captainobnoxious]

[Oooooh. Heathens.]

Well, it's not like we humans are anything all that special anymore either. Are you gonna be okay? Do you want me to take the weird fish off your hands?

[cherryblooded]

If you wouldn't mind, I think it would be better for literally any other person in this vault to have it besides me.

[captainobnoxious]

[Then she'll take it! Maybe she can do something with it...]

Anything for your peace of mind, darling. If I can't think of anything else, then I'll smash it.

[cherryblooded]

Thank you, dear. Sorry for that display.

[He's fine. Really. Totally.]

[captainobnoxious]

It's okay. I was just worried.

[And with the fish being set faaaar away, she's gonna sit down and hug him.]

And I still am, a little. You sure you'll be okay?

[cherryblooded]

[He doesn't resist the hug, instead just resting his head on her shoulder.]

...It's just finally settling in how many people I won't be seeing again.

[captainobnoxious]

[When will Cherry ever resist a hug.]

I'm sorry. Did your friends do -- whatever that was really often?

[cherryblooded]

[When he's replaced by a pit clone.]

Some of them did. Was never very good at it myself.

[captainobnoxious]

... You can't say that and not show me.

[cherryblooded]

...Give me a minute, I think I almost remember one.

[Cherryblod is going to rap, god help us.]

[captainobnoxious]

[Oh boy. She will wait.]

[cherryblooded]

[Throat clearing. He's looking mildly embarrassed to be doing this, but he's going to give it his best shot.

It really does work better with a beat.]

I said a hip hop,
The hippie, the hippie,
To the hip, hip hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat.
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet.

...that's as much as I remember.

[captainobnoxious]

[Yeah, sorry, she's laughing at him.

Not really sorry. But yes. Laughing her goddamn ass off. Give her like a goddamn minute, man.]