WEEK 2.

[trustharder]

WEEK 2 Two people are gone from the group. Zagi and Kamui are dead, twenty-five of you are still alive, and the first week in the Vault comes to a close. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; on Sunday morning, those klaxons are as annoying as ever but at the very least there aren't any bodies to be found. It can be assumed, perhaps, that you're safe for now. The night before wasn't necessarily a peaceful one, however; you'll probably feel a bit groggy when you wake up, and it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost... However, those weird dreams aren't the only new thing around here; one of the previously closed-off section near the vending machine has opened up, revealing a spiral staircase leading up to the next floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; consider it your reward for a job well done. SURVIVORS REMAINING: 25

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week two of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains!

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

[isafraid]

...Hang on! You were dreaming too? But, that doesn't make sense!

[cherryblooded]

[Many people dream every night, Speedwagon.]

What was yours about?

[isafraid]

[mmrruugh.]

I don't rightly understand it... but it felt like I was under attack! There was gunfire, and people getting torn apart left, right, and center! I was smack in the middle of it, with the bloke that knocked me flat on my back!

[cherryblooded]

If it was real, it can't have turned out all that badly for you... Since you're alright, physically.

[isafraid]

[....Just kind of. Reaches up to feel his face. Scar still there, as it's been.]

...I guess that's alright enough, but I swear... I could feel my arm snapping in two in that dream!

[cherryblooded]

[Scars aren't a big deal - Doloz has some and he thinks they're hot.]

But you can move it fine?

[isafraid]

[Cherryblod please, you are a married shrimp.

speaking of, he flexes his arm, bending it in all the ways a person should be able to if it's not broken.]

Well yes. But it still felt so real...

[cherryblooded]

[Yes but he's allowed to find his wife hot!]

Maybe it's been long enough to heal.

[isafraid]

I'd figure as much. [It doesn't add up for him somehow...] Maybe we're really getting back memories, but they're not all connected? Like someone throwing puzzle pieces at you that don't match.

[cherryblooded]

Possible. Dreams are like that anyway - not always linear and orderly.

[isafraid]

[He breathes in and out, the notion irritated him in a way he couldn't quite describe.]

Right what we need, bloody dreams starting to mess with us on top of that.

[cherryblooded]

Just keeps getting better, doesn't it.

[isafraid]

That's... one way of saying it!

[Keeps getting worse, is more like it.]

What could possibly be next...?

[cherryblooded]

Rather not speculate about it. Might make things come true if I say them out loud.

[isafraid]

Hmm! Can't say I really took you as the superstitious type [... He gives a rather sheepish grin]

I suppose now, even the unthinkable like jinxes are getting to become possible around here.

[cherryblooded]

Not afraid of black cats or anything. But since the Kingmaker is listening in on us...

[isafraid]

[....Oh.]

You've got an excellent point. These things just don't come to me.

[cherryblooded]

Now, now. It's not something most people would remember all the time.

[isafraid]

Figure I should start then?

[cherryblooded]

Would actually rather forget the Kingmaker is watching... makes things sort of creepy.

[Even sea life needs to shower.]