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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!]
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Black's quiet, watching him for a moment longer than he really should, before he turns back to the piano and plays a little softer, humming along with the tune. It's to help keep him from singing—he doesn't really want to right now, and the song's sort of— for them, right now, it's kinda—
yeah. ]
Good. Because aside from a few scores I found, it's really the only thing I can play still. [ ...technically, he has those. They're in his notebook with everything else, in a makeshift pocket. ] I don't think they're your type of music either.
[ granted, he's pretty sure this isn't Yosuke's type either, but... ]
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[He hums a little too for a moment]
I mean, I probably wouldn't have it on my player but- [He peeks one eye open, glancing over] -you know how... if you smell something sometimes it'll make you feel something that has nothing to do with the actual smell? It's like that. For me anyways. I dunno if that's normal, but-
[Shrug, and he closes that eye again, content]
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It's not really that impressive; even in a normal world, this sonata's horribly easy, but it sounds nice enough, and there's something about playing it that really calms him down. ]
The second movement's my favorite. [ As he starts on that part, actually. ] It's very relaxing. Well, the whole thing is—playing-wise—but... sound-wise.
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For some people music was a distraction. For him it was the only time he felt 100% like he could think clearly.
He's heard the song before- at least the beginning. He knows it's a famous piece but he doesn't know classical music enough to name it. And Black was right: it's not something he'd have on his player. But it's... nice. If just because of who's playing it]
Yeah. You're right.
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I never talked about you with the Kingmaker. [ Easy breaths. ] Well—not really. I said you were a teenage boy with needs when I was asking him if he was watching everywhere, even in our rooms and in the women's side of the sauna, but that's the only time. I never told him anything you told me.
[ He misses a few keys, grimacing, and continues on—Sigrun'd been touched when he told her this, and it's important, too. ]
I never told him anything Miss Sigrun did either, or Mr. Cherryblod. [ ... ] We did discuss Miss Sigrun a little from time to time, because she's a force of nature and because I needed to complain to someone about her and Mettaton's PDA, but otherwise... nothing.
I just wanted to let you know.
[ ...he's playing a beat too quickly for this piece, but he's nervous about opening the can of worms that is his poor life choices. ]
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...thanks. I doubt there's much you COULD have told him that would have been too important in the end though. I mean, personal but not important.
[He laughs, bitter]
I'm not the one plotting rebellion and full of secrets. Fuck, I outed Glory without even thinking about it, didn't I?
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But it's not like you're the one who went to the Kingmaker about them, then turned around and still talked to them like you hadn't done anything to put them at risk. [ ... ]
He didn't say anything about it. Maybe he's known about Glory and everyone else for longer than we've given him credit for. [ Third movement; it's a little louder than it needs to be. ] After all, Glory mentioned he started with the dead first last...
[ ...now the movement's too soft, because he's thinking about it—and when he speaks, it's quieter, too. He doesn't want Sigrun to hear. ]
They mentioned he started with the dead first last time, in reference to what the Kingmaker was planning on doing, but... they've also said that they don't know who the Kingmaker is aside from having a pretentious name that they don't like. [ There's a keen contradiction there. ] I mean, maybe they're missing memories, or maybe they heard this second-hand from another ghost—maybe Ambitious—but they've also said they've been alone for a long time, and they don't really seem to like the other one that isn't one of ours.
...I don't know. [ The piece ends, and he sets his hands in his lap instead. ] Maybe they're fucking with us, I guess, is what I'm getting at here?
[ He's not in any position to go, "Hey, this person might not be trustworthy" though. ]
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[He waves a hand, dismissive. Things change. Things changed in the last 24 hours]
I have some stuff I'm going to try tomorrow, but... I dunno how much I expect out of it. I don't have the best track record in finding stuff that actually means anything.
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Even if you don't find anything, you at least tried. It's the thought that counts. [ It's unsettling to be dismissed that easily, and he carefully takes his sheet music and straightens it up with a few taps against the piano before he slides it back into its proper place. ] Or something like that, I guess.
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Yosuke didn't like that thought. But he can't deny it. He knows better. Otherwise it'd grow into a knife in his hands again. It's not so yellow eyed anymore, but there's still a restlessness in his heart, like the air after a storm. Wind in leaves and wet ozone. The violence was past, but everything was too delicate to press just yet. Could kick up with just the slightest turn.]
I'll let you know if I find anything.
[An offering of trust, even if it was small]
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That doesn't really stop it from sucking, you know. ]
...thanks. And... sorry. For trying to say anything.
[ That's—not the issue here, and he knows it. He squeezes his hands in his lap and, certainly not for the first nor last time, wishes things had stayed the way they'd been a couple of days ago. ]
Let me know if you don't find anything too, anyway. I [ want a chance to not shove my foot in my mouth again ] really want to talk to you again?
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[Sensitive, mean, hurt, raw]
-jumpy.
[Sigrun has told him to try- that Black is all alone right now outside her. That he needs a friend. And he is trying. Not just because she asked, but because he wants to. Because-]
I miss you. [It hasn't even been two full days, but he does. It feels longer, and Black seems so far away- but he can't make himself forget either. He refuses to hide in fog because it'd be easier. Even though he wants to]
But I need time. I... hope we can sit and talk here again though. I'm a selfish guy, so... don't worry. I'm not leaving.
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but he won't steal yosuke's thunder, not when it's so heartfelt. he just nods, swallows hard (i miss you.), and nods again. ]
Whenever you're ready then. And... not a moment before, Yosuke. I like hanging out with you, but not like this.
[ (then maybe he shouldn't have been a mole.) ]
...I miss you, too. Just so you know you're not the only pathetic one here.
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[He grins, and... it's not tense, or forced. Maybe a little lonely and sad, but earnest. Still, he stands up finally- anymore then this will just hurt them both]
...I'll see you tomorrow?
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it also gives him the worst heartache. ]
Yeah. [ a similar smile; he's not up for grinning, but this is good enough. ] As long as you want to see me. I'm not going anywhere, Yosuke.
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[And on that note he starts off, giving Sigrun a nod as he does. He has a lot to prep for, and some new found energy to do it with]