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]

Well, if you're going to eat in here, at least there's a lot of food. Someone was baking for an army again.

[psychoh]

Stress. Different ways of dealing with it. E-Everybody's got their own.

[glances up] What's yours?

[lackinginfaith]

Finding a way to deal with the problem. Even if I have to do it by myself.

[psychoh]

[he smiles at that, but it's not a nice one.]

Liar. You're lying.

[lackinginfaith]

[She starts at that, then frowns.]

You've been talking to Sigrun, haven't you?

[psychoh]

[shakes head] Not overly much. She, uh. Frightens me. A little.

But, you are lying. Nobody deals with stress like that. Not really.

[lackinginfaith]

[sigh]

Then what do you think?

[psychoh]

That you're not.

[a pause. he then speaks a bit more tentatively.]

Dealing with it, I mean.

[lackinginfaith]

...I've been trying to break out of here, but nothing's giving. But that doesn't mean I've exhausted everything.

[psychoh]

O-Of course not. It's just, um.

[lord he is not the person to be having this conversation.

... so, instead, he just wordlessly holds out the bag of candy to her.]

[lackinginfaith]

Candy? ...Thanks, I guess.

[Caren takes a large handful and stuffs them all in her mouth at once. Nom.]

[psychoh]

[he eats another piece himself.] This, it's always helped me a little-- anything to keep busy. Fill the time. I've others, but, uh... Liquor and taxidermy aren't really options here, are they?

... You, uh, just need something to do. S-Something that isn't just planning.

[lackinginfaith]

Unless you get alcohol or dead animals out of the machine. We don't appear to have mice, anyway.

Is this about relaxing again?

[psychoh]

... A-Again?

[lackinginfaith]

Let's just say some people don't take well to being criticized for playing around.

[psychoh]

... People don't take any criticism well.

[but, based on what she said before...]

You, uh, shouldn't fight with people here. I-It's a bit dangerous.

[lackinginfaith]

Murder bunker, right? I've made it so far, I can handle it.

[psychoh]

... It's, uh. It's just been a week. [SHE'S TALKING LIKE SHE'S ALREADY DONE HARD TIME ON THE ROCK....]

[lackinginfaith]

It's more than enough. We should have been out of here the first day.

[psychoh]

I think, um... I think your expectations might be just a little bit too high.

[lackinginfaith]

They're where they should be, even if reality wasn't.

[psychoh]

Still, uh... You can't really, um, blame anyone here for that. Or yourself.