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!]

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[isafraid]

[The minutes tick down into seconds, as Speedwagon waited for the announcement that usually plagued them. Back plastered to the wall of the foyer, he waited... and waited... and nothing came. By the time he finally concluded that nothing would be coming today, it was almost ten after.

...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?]