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

[captainobnoxious]

Probably. He's a real dick like that, but I've got ways to get back at him by now. Mostly things I'm sure he regrets telling me about.

[It's nice to have an upper hand from time to time, or the illusion of it.]

But I'd rather just hope that they will get better, because if I've got anything to do with it -- and I will, whether anyone likes it or not -- things won't stay bad forever. Even if it means one more person dies while the other nine of you live.

[goodforsomething]

Ah don't talk like that. If it comes down to it, you might as well let me take that bullet. I'm the oldest - well, not countin' Cherry, but he ain't old. [However many years he's lived, he is clearly not an elderly shrimp.] I'm on my way out anyway.

[captainobnoxious]

And you've got family that'll miss you. Mine've all moved on at this point, I'm sure, just the way of things. [...] I do have to take Cherry back home with me though, so I can't die anyway. So I just won't.

[Even if she dies she will not be killed.]

[goodforsomething]

It's the way of things everywhere. People die. Besides, like I said, I basically already offed myself gettin' rid of that demon.

[Stan's never quite put it that way out loud before, and he pauses on it for a moment.]

I finished everything I needed to do back home. I would've been okay if that was it.

[.....]

Well, who cares? No one said anyone else had to die anyway.