Week 9.

[trustharder]

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... SURVIVORS REMAINING: 10

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!

THE FINAL INVESTIGATION BEGINS ON THURSDAY!
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!]

Comments

[sleepingkogoro]

Nothing we have found is what we have expected. Ghosts, moving rooms, a freaking bowling alley in the seventh floor...

We can't have much time left. If we don't find anything before the week ends I don't think we'll survive.

[Sooner or later the Kingmaker or Ambitious will do something and it'll be the end of all them. Mouri is getting kind of desperate, to be honest]

[amygdalae]

[Bruce can understand the desperation, but panicking around won't help either.]

I know. [And its not like Bruce isn't feeling the pressure either - the need to get the others out of here because it is his responsibility too, one that he doesn't want to fail.] But as long as we keep searching and trying whatever we can, something will turn up.

[sleepingkogoro]

Yes. You are right.

[Kind of an automatic answer, that]

Hm...thank you for the encouragement. It's good to know other people are more positive than me in times like this. I'm tired of trying to be hopeful, so it's nice to see others keeping their own hope alive.

[amygdalae]

[...there's a lot Bruce can say to that, really. Things like Bruce is the one without hope, that he's never had hope, that he's tired of continuing this charade too--but no. Mouri doesn't need to hear any of that.

Right now, what people want here is 'hope'.]

I'm just doing my best. [A wry twist to his lips here as he says that.] So you should do your best too.