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trusthell2016-04-24 09:53 am
trustharder) wrote in trusthell2016-04-24 09:53 am
Week 9.
For the first time since your stay in the Vault began, no one died this week. That doesn't mean there weren't casualties among you, however – namely, trust, interpersonal relationships, and comfort in the group dynamic as a whole. Hopefully no one else pays the price for it. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; there aren't any bodies to be found on Sunday morning. You're safe for now – unless your dreams have told you otherwise... |
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week nine of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins; don't forget to submit your memory regains! There is no activity check this week!
THIS IS THE LAST WEEK TO REDEEM COINS!
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!]
SUNDAY
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Cherryblod makes breakfast in the kitchen as usual, and as usual there's enough for more than just him - there's crepes enough for the ten remaining survivors and then some. Take your fill.
There's no new floor, which he expected, so he spends the morning going through the library. He's looking for something in particular, and judging by his frown he's not finding it.
Around lunchtime he puts up a sign near the profiles:
Under the circumstances, Captain Sigrun thought it might be vest to re-vote for acting leader.
Please sign your vote. You may choose more than one.
[There are columns set up for all ten of the remaining survivors - even you, Black - and they're alphabetical so there's no favoritism.
Cherryblod himself has signed under Sigrun's name.
He'll be checking that sign every so often in the afternoon, and the rest of the time he can be found flitting around the lower floors. It would be a patrol if he didn't look so restless and it wasn't the middle of the afternoon.
He's not icing his shoulder as much as he should be.]
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Sigrun's a good leader, no matter what happens. She never tried to steer them wrong, even if her heart gets the better of her at times. ]
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vote or rather a not vote
Somebody clearly isn't up for this at the moment.]
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vote?
I abstain
[He has a lot of thoughts on this whole 'leader' thing. But that's for talking to people face to face later. When he's feeling more emotionally capable.]
vote, sort of
It looks like he doesn't really want to get involved.]
vote...
Sigrun.
[Someone's probably going to get angry at him for this, but at this point, can they really spend so much time arguing?]
Vote
Lower Floors
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get me glory
First up is the conference room, where she makes Black sit down in a chair to busy himself while she takes up her trusty chalk and writes a very simple sentence for her ghost friend:
so i fucked up again
... After that, they swing by the dining hall, though only Black goes in (to vote and grab them lunch), and then they're going to hang up at the bar, Sigrun writing in a sketchpad and Black... playing a song on the piano there.
It's apparently the only one he knows besides "minuets" whatever those are. Additionally, they're both drinking, as one does in a bar.
Their last stop of the day is to the sewing room, where Black's going to start on Sigrun's requested dress. She looks really bored. He seems to be concentrating. It's great.
Like at the afterparty, they won't be butting into each other's conversations too much, so simply note who you're gonna converse with somewhere in your tag and that's good enough!]
Sewing Room, paging Sigrun
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hello sigrun
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Bar, Sigrun. Maybe Black eventually
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Bar - Hey Black
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Bar, paging Sigrun
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Bar, Sigrun
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sewing room herp derp
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Boxing Lessons
2:00 in the Dojo
This means you, Gabriel
Others welcome
[That done, he continues painting the wall while he eats. But the ship painting has been abandoned for now; instead, he's just doing a tree. Something simple, with less emotional baggage.
Once he's done, he wanders upstairs to the bar for a while. Not to drink. Just to sit, idly swirling a glass in one hand. Maybe he'll come back for it later.
Of course, he'll be in the dojo at the assorted time, having repurposed most of the pads into punching targets. No one should be taking a fall with what he's got planned, so they don't need too many on the floor. Real lessons would be rougher. He just doesn't want to risk anyone getting hurt this late in the game.
Later in the evening, he stops by the chapel. News about the ghosts is out, so he doesn't hesitate to set up the usual seance stuff. Did you see all that?
After a while with no response, he adds, If you did, I'm sorry.
Still nothing. After a longer wait, he scraps it. He'll remain in the chapel for a while, sitting in a pew with ha eyes shut. He looks like he could be sleeping, except for the fact that he's still in one piece.]
Dojo
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chapel
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Dojo
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MONDAY
Re: MONDAY
That is what Mouri is doing. So there he is in the kitchen, and he is...sliding one of those key cards he found through any slit he can find, as if he expects some part to work and reveal something. He is also examining every inch of every single object in there.
Yeah, he is going to spend the whole day in that place]
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pre-meeting
Re: pre-meeting
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THE POSSIBLY FINAL MEETING
The usual meeting notice is as usual pinned on the bulletin boards in the dining hall - and as with most of the previous weeks it asks for everyone to gather in the dining hall at 11AM. Food will once again be provided. Surprisingly, said food this time is pancakes. A treat that doesn't seem to suit the incredibly weathered and exhausted looking Bruce Banner.
He waits for everyone to get their pancakes and settle down, and cracks open his notebook, his pen out, ready to take down all the necessary notes once more.]
...we've all had some time to cool down after Friday. [He starts, voice soft and tired, possibly sounding a bit on the edge of exhaustion.] First, let's go through whatever information we can get from the people who had been working with the Kingmaker. [Mostly Black, of course, but... anything helps. And its probably best not to be specific anyway.] Then we'll go through the usual round of bringing up whatever anybody wants to voice out or suggest.
[A brief pause, and then he adds on, almost inaudibly.]
...and no more secrets, please. I think we've all had enough of those.
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hey mods~
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...hi glory, someone needs to apologize
Also before the meeting, they'll be in the bar; Black's not at the piano this time, opting to go back to digging through alcohol and mixing them with mixed results. He's nervous about today, and there's nothing that takes the edge off of caring like drinks. Sigrun'll be around, playing her lyre, but not much else.
There's the meeting. That's swell.
After the meeting, it's back up to the bar to grab glasses and his preferred drink, then to the seventh floor's conference room. Black's the one to pick up the chalk this time, with Sigrun taking a seat at the table with their drinks.
After a moment, he starts.
i lied about not particularly making any poor life choices here
i agreed to work with the kingmaker 3rd week we were here
i told him about you and about our ghosts
sorry
Once that's done, it's back down to the sewing room to keep working on Sigrun's dress; she'll still be around, playing her incidental music, and Black'll be humming while he uses the sewing machines. He's in a slightly better mood today—everything is still shit, but he's thinking about White's words in the dream he had Sunday. Don't reject the life he's going to have after she's gone, right? ...no wonder he'd gone ahead and agreed with her sacrifice, when she was too stubborn to let her kind and brave big brother let the world go to ruin for her.
Like always, neither of them will be particularly butting into each other's conversations, so simply note who you're gonna converse with somewhere in your tag and we'll be good! ]
hello, black!
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Investigating...?
'I'm not as talented as Yu, but as long as I have friends who accept me for who I am... I'm gonna stick with it!'
God, he sounded so young. If the profiles were right this was only a few months ago now, he thinks. But... that Yosuke sounds so different from him now- but his words nestle deep in his heart.
The morning is routine now: breakfast, shrine (now in the chapel), and then the day's business.
Yosuke spends most of the day in the game room. First, pulling out the character sheets he found before- going over them in detail one last time before the meeting. Looking for any hints at the players real identities before taking to the meeting for the others to look over.
After the meeting in the afternoon he returns with supplies in hand- the showa radio he got from Cherryblod, both sets of headphones, pliers, electrical tape. To the passerby he seems to be fixing Blooky's phones, the radio on and his old phones plugged into it. Occasionally switching it out for the black pair to see if his repairs are working. The radio only plays empty static air of course... but he does occasionally change the 'station' as he works, as if listening for something.
He has a few books with him from the library, and once he has the headphones as patched as they can be he has some cards splayed out in a obviously intentional way. Yu had told him, once, that their arcana were the basis of playing cards now- and the book he found gave a pretty good conversion chart and basic how to.
Yosuke isn't sure he believes in that kinda thing, but it's something to do with his hands while he listens to the static, still shifting the frequency once and awhile, listening for anything new in the hissing white noise.]
like I could turn this down, afternoon
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HELLO FRIENDS MODS ARE VERY BRIEFLY HERE
ty dears!
Afternoon
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afternoon [waggles eyebrows]
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afternoon...
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message for Glory
One of those things is...messing with some sort of device as he sips his coffee at one of the dining hall tables. It's disassembled into a bunch of pieces but the main thing Colress is poking at seems to be the core of whatever it is. There is also a gutted Showa Radio on the other side of the table. Looks like he's trying to fix whatever this unknown device is? He'll work on that up until shortly before the meeting, returning his machine scraps to his room to work on again at another time.
After the meeting, he makes a quick trip up to the conference room to write a message to Glory on the board. Another drawing accompanies his message, this time a little Magnemite sending out some happy shock waves.
Hello Glory. This is Colress.
Miss Sigrun told me that you were able to get in contact with the others and give them a warning.
Thank you so much. I truly appreciate your kindness.
He'll stick around for a little bit to see if Glory's there, but otherwise moves on not too long after to go about the rest of his day.
The afternoon is dedicated to some good ol' experimenting in the chemistry lab. This is done more as a way to keep himself occupied than anything, but he's open for conversation if anyone wants any. Or...if anyone even comes up here anymore.
Later on into the evening, he meets up with Sigrun and Black wherever happens to be most convenient to attempt to make contact with the ghosts. He has Beheeyem out at the ready, and looks at the both of them.]
To recap from previous attempts, it works like this: Beheeyem will scan for any spiritual activity, and if he spots anything, he can send out a signal to try to attract them to us. Of course, like before, I cannot guarantee that he will be able to locate them, but we can at least try to send out messages in the event that he cannot.
[Because sending out a psychic message in a bottle is better than nothing, he supposes.]
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laaaaaaaab
I'm so sorry for the lateness!
its cool :>
TUESDAY
PAGING GLORY
Hey Glory, it's Yosuke! Sorry I haven't talked to you in awhile.
[Swoopswoop]
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Guess he was wrong. (Like so many other things.)
Its only after noon then does Bruce actually emerge from his room. He makes a stop at the kitchen first to get some leftovers to eat (or to make something to eat, if there is nothing). After food is done he spends a bit of time in the dining hall going through his notebook for more notes, generally as a refresher on everything he knows and has gathered from others.
Once that is done he spends pretty much the rest of the day searching through every room from the second floor up. He tries to look through each room as much as he can, though as the day passes its clear that the lack of finding anything new is trying at his (admittedly already little) patience.
He does stop eventually - though its more or less way past nighttime by then, and he goes back to his room to start compiling everything in his notebook once more. His door is open, again, as it has been doing a lot recently. Somebody clearly is giving less and less care to his own general safety.]
paging glory (i'm so sorry)
Game Room fun tomorrow at 2pm!
Come play a single adventure, hosted by me, Sigrun Eide!
Guaranteed fun!
(ARM is armor rating (see: equipment) and LNGS is languages your character knows!)
... Additionally, there's a small arrow --> pointing to flip over, where Black's familiar small and neat handwriting streams across the back of the character sheets. It's new info!
After passing all those under the doors of the living, the two stop by the vending machine. Sigrun seems to want to push the vending machine over, though, judging by how she's debating that "it has to be emptier now than it was when we got here, let's see what's behind it" to Black's slight dismay.
They're are going back up to the conference room sometime after Yosuke's gone! Sigrun draws a little troll with about ten legs jutting out from the rib area on a human and a jaw past its... "knees" before writing a list.
hi glory!! :D just business today, sorry!
1. can you tell me more about ambitious? km is familiar with him too
2. do you know why people choose to stay here?
3. can you get ambitious to talk to us actually
i know we shouldn't trust him but i still want to talk to him
4. we can't get in contact with our dead friends. do you know why? or can you find out why?
5. relating to ^ that, if we end up not being able to get in contact with them in any way, will you convey messages to and from us?
... She's happy to have learned a bigger smile.]
hi sigrun
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...It was luck for them. Less incentive for anyone to kill again. After last week, it was just what he could want.
After noon, life.... returns to normal, just about. Speedwagon's day is mostly uneventful; a trip to the kitchen for lunch, while spending a bit of time in the dining hall looking over... something on a sheet of paper.
The only other notable spots are the dojo and the bar. He's in the dojo for a good bit of time, practice-punching a couple of mats set up as a makeshift dummy. His stance is uneven as shit, the guy's never fought properly to begin with, so... maybe start now?
In the bar he's looking over everything one last time. Checking that secret compartment and all. There's not much else to find, though. So when a round of searching bears no fruit, he gives up early and grabs a bottle from the shelf.
One last drink for the road. Why not?]
WEDNESDAY
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He gets another rapping trout.
...Sometime later, he can be found emerging from the kitchen. The scent of smoke might attract you to the area - specifically the microwave, which looks still usable but smells pretty awful. Maybe don't go in there for a bit.
Leaving the smoky area is Cherryblod, wearing oven mitts and holding what used to be a rapping trout. It's no longer rapping. Or intact. It's more disintegrating and kind of gross.
It's pretty clear what just went on.]
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Later on he'll be paying a visit to the chapel, leaving the bouquet of flowers he got from the vending machine at Aqua's portrait and the Crane & Tortoise Diamond over at King's. He hopes that they'll both like that, if they do happen to see it.
And later, after Sigrun's attempt of gaming with everyone Bruce can be found in the workshop first examining some tools and such, then later down in the art room where he's got the kiln fired up and is more or less... contemplating it for some strange reason. Sometime after that he'll be at the sewing room finally finishing up that t-shirt he started so long ago.
Amazing how long he takes just to finish one t-shirt, but at least its seemingly decent.]
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But after the gaming session, he does pay a visit to the chapel with his Pokemon. Normally he just sits with the portraits in contemplation, but today is a bit different. Today, he has offerings for the deceased. The little drawings of the starter Pokemon that he had chosen for everyone have been colored and cut out of his sketchbook, and he'll go ahead and place one Pokemon at the base of each portrait as he goes down the line. They are as follows:
Zagi: Scraggy
Kamui: Woobat
Pearl: Corsola
Caren: Feebas
Mion: Cottonee
Yato: Chingling
Taichi: Tepig
Megumi: Igglybuff
Norman: Snorunt
The King: Pidove (male)
Tarrlok: Poliwag (This portrait also receives one of those friendship bracelets- a gift from both Colress and Klinklang, the saps.)
Lynne: Growlithe
Misa: Gothita
Aqua: Azurill
Mettaton: Pawniard
Shirazu: Eevee
Aiden: Rotom
Once every portrait has received a Pokemon, he backs up to see them altogether. He's smiling, but it's a somber smile. As his Pokemon crowd around and turn to him in a questioning manner, he just gives them a nod to show that it's all okay.]
I hope you are all doing well...and that you enjoy my Pokemon choices.
[There's a slight pause, then finally,]
We will continue doing our best.