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

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[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]

[Caren winces even if she isn't in the path of the glass. She carefully walks over and bends down to get the paper, shaking off the glass...]

...oh, it would just figure.

[And the contents are completely saturated with water damage, bleeding ink, and probably written with a nolo pen anyway.]

[captainobnoxious]

Guess the bottle didn't really help protect after all. What a waste! I wonder what it said.

[Not a waste of time, but a waste of a perfectly good bottle smash. And now there's glass everywhere too... though Sigrun can at least sweep it over it the side with her foot.]

[lackinginfaith]

Well, at least it was probably pointless. I thought it'd have some vital clue, too. --Here.

[Caren starts gathering up the pieces onto the paper, cringing as some of them cut her hands. She's trying to be careful about it, though, and get as many of the pieces up as she can.]

[captainobnoxious]

Careful now, you don't have gloves. [Unlike herself, but Sigrun's still careful as she crouches down to help with a small sigh.] I was just gonna sweep it off to the side and leave it there though. Since I don't think anyone's dumb enough to step on broken glass.

[And maybe it'd be cleaned up by itself...]

[lackinginfaith]

I've got bandages, it's fine. [She picks them up and drops as many as she can onto the paper, then picks it up, dripping a bit of blood on.] I don't know about that, though.

[captainobnoxious]

Just because you've got some doesn't mean you can just hurt yourself willy-nilly, dummy. Besides, I'm sure this'll be cleaned up by morning if we just leave it here!

[lackinginfaith]

Yes, or someone could injure themselves. I'm throwing this out.

...Thank you, though. Even if the letter was a waste.