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

[lackinginfaith]

...I don't. But if there's something you want for it anyway...

[cherryblooded]

It's yours, so you can have it. I'm not going to hold people's possessions hostage.

[lackinginfaith]

I don't want to owe you, either. --But thank you. [She picks it up and looks it over.] Why would only this be broken?

[cherryblooded]

Not sure.

[If the memories thing is right... maybe it already broke?]

[lackinginfaith]

Maybe there's a way to fix it. [sigh] Thank you. We're getting a lot of strange things out of that machine.

[cherryblooded]

A broken radar can't be the strangest.

[At least it's not a sex toy.]

[lackinginfaith]

Well, it isn't a thong, a vibrator, a hammer I did not expect to be as heavy as it was...

[cherryblooded]

Right, exactly. Step up from vibrators.

[lackinginfaith]

Who even knows why those are in the machine. Wait, why do we even have the machine?

[cherryblooded]

Good question. Has anyone asked?

[lackinginfaith]

I don't know, but I'm going to ask about the radar.

[and she's. texting right now, actually.]

[cherryblooded]

Good luck getting him to answer anything clearly.

[lackinginfaith]

Hm.

[Type type type... frown... type.]

Again? He says he didn't do that, either? I don't know why I bother.

[cherryblooded]

Probably won't say who did it, even if you ask.

[lackinginfaith]

Apparently, he doesn't know or care.

[cherryblooded]

Guess if it happened outside of here, it wouldn't be his business...

[lackinginfaith]

It's my business, anyway, and I'm going to find out.

...thank you.

[cherryblooded]

Nothing you need to thank me for. I'm not going to hold your things hostage.