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

[captainobnoxious]

In that case, I've got no issues with hitting you now.

[It's just going to be an open-palm slap, right across Caren's face, but it's only hard enough to sting a little. Sigrun's got a harder look now and a tone to go with it.]

Your attitude's gonna get you a lot more if you're not careful. Tell me why you think I did that.

[lackinginfaith]

[Caren staggers back and winces. She touches her face and looks back up at her.]

Because you hate how I'm negative all the time. You think having fun and keeping your spirits up will fix things. You're like I used to be, and you think you're the one who's progressed.

[captainobnoxious]

Wrong on all accounts, you self-absorbed brat. I hit you because you disrespected me by saying that I've spent the last ten years of my life doing nothing but playing around, asking stupid questions, and basically saying that I've had a life easy enough to be as bitter and a pain in the ass like you are.

[She leans forward, but her hands stay within her own area this time.]

But you know what? I can confidently say that I've had to make harder decisions than we did earlier in the week, than you've probably made your entire life, and the reason I'm not all serious all the time is because I know how people work. I've been a steady captain in the military for a little over ten years now and working to where I am now for almost twenty, and I've never seen a reason to be as uptight as you have been in those two decades.

[Sigrun motions to the others, a little amusement in her tone.]

But if you don't believe me, then ask the others what they think. Ask them if they think I play around too much. And I mean all of them, not just whatever cherry-picked crew you think will suit you best. How's that?

[lackinginfaith]

...Fine. You can all have your fun. I'll do what I do best, too.

[She turns and walks off, grumbling.]