Week 3.

[trustharder]

WEEK 3 Another week has passed; two more Survivors are gone. Pearl and Caren both had someone to fight for, someone worth killing for; perhaps it's for the best to hope that somehow they've found peace despite not being able to collect on the Kingmaker's incentive. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; there aren't any bodies to be found on Sunday morning. That doesn't mean the night passed easily, though - it seems another piece of your personal puzzle may have fallen into place while you slept... Following that spiral staircase up to the second floor will reveal something strange; those stairs definitely lead far higher than you remember, up to a previously inaccessible third floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; consider it your reward for a job well done. SURVIVORS REMAINING: 23

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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!]

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[ratingspoint]

...It's not just the threat of it for me, it's just how things are. Celebrities don't get to have secrets - sooner or later, the public will find out, because they always do. And maybe you can own it and maybe you'll try to hide it. But the best-case scenario is having control over how it happens. And it's like that for me here, too.

Maybe it'll be a motive. Maybe I'll kill someone and someone will try to drag a confession out of me and I'll get so angry that I'll just say something. Maybe someone will murder me and everyone will just think it's all right to talk about things I said to them privately now that I'm dead.

So I've been open about mine because I want to control how that information gets out. It's just how things work for me. But it's not like that for everyone, and I get it.

You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to, but I'm not going to hate you for anything you do tell me, all right?

[bloodisthicker]

...It seems, then, like it's entirely possible that everything he's been telling us is technically true, but framed in as misleading a way as possible to cause us to panic instead of approaching things logically.

[...admittedly, now that weird time shit is on the table, he's... retroactively coming to a few conclusions he's glad he didn't.]

[cherryblooded]

...Thank you. I trust you.

[If there's anyone he does trust here, at least when it comes to not holding things against people when he says he won't - it's Mettaton.

He breathes in, exhales.]

For about a hundred years of my life, I was involved in organized crime. The mob. During that time, I killed a lot of people.

...'A lot' doesn't really cover it. About the best thing I can say for myself there is that I don't think I've killed a thousand people - but it's up there.

That was two hundred years ago, and I haven't lived that kind of life or wanted to since - but I don't blame them for calling me as bad as the Kingmaker, either.

[Misa's reaction was perfectly understandable, even if it hurt him. Especially if it hurt him.]

[ratingspoint]

[...Sigrun, oh my god.

You know what, though, this is the sort of thing he can get behind? I mean, if you think he can't improvise in the general direction of whatever it is she's doing over there, then you've got another thing coming to you.

It's been a while since he's done things with someone else, even just informally like this; music with Aqua once in a while is...different, there's no form or instruction to this, so this is honestly nice even if Sigrun is...effectively rocking out with a fucking lyre.

...These are our lives right now, this is what we have decided to be.]

[isafraid]

[Staring a bit...]

Glad to hear how one of us hasn't had a terrible dream.

[bloodisthicker]

...I'm quite certain that the night patrol is competent enough to ensure that literally all of them don't get killed in one night.

[goingdigital]

Likewise!

[No kidding]

How about a game of Battleship?

[happysweets]

Oh! Oh! I know that one! I'm pretty good at it, too! Misa-Misa is really good at hiding all of her ships!

[ LET'S DO THIS ]

So, so! What will we wager, hm? I'll let you decide the rules of engagement, since Misa-Misa is so nice! A game's not a game without a little bit of risk!

[ratingspoint]

Even if more of us are hiding surprises like Kamui?

[ratingspoint]

Ohhh.

[And that's...surprised, but it's mildly so - there's no shock or revulsion in it, just a general sense of "Well, I don't know what I expected" and a brief pause as he tries to get his thoughts together with regards to that.

Perhaps part of it is just that he lacks any genuine comprehension of "the mob" or exactly what said mob even does; it's not the number that's throwing him, because at first that just sort of makes logical sense. A thousand people is...well, okay, it's a lot but spread over a hundred years like that - that's only, what, ten a year?

...And as soon as that thought hits, Mettaton kind of has a moment - he's usually pretty comfortably at self-awareness zero, but once in a while something strikes him just wrong enough for him to realize that whatever just crossed his mind was probably very, very wrong in some way, and this is one of those latter times.

Most people go their entire lives without killing one person, right? That's why this is fucked up.

Right.

Okay.]

Well...I can say in all confidence that I don't hate you for it. Especially if it was so long ago... It's not like you were doing this right before you arrived here.

[bloodisthicker]

I was actually thinking of proposing this myself, but I do accept that it'll be very difficult to enforce unless, well, the night patrol enforces it.

[...and they're down one. uh.]

[cherryblooded]

[And that - gets a real smile out of him, probably one of the first of the day. A wobbly one, but completely genuine.]

I... I'm glad. Really, so glad...

The others are one thing - I don't know how I would have dealt with you hating me.

[ratingspoint]

[...Well, he doesn't really know what to do with anything that just left Cherryblod's mouth, if it's any consolation; he likes the implication that he's the most important person here, definitely. But otherwise that's just kind of- ]

Oh my god. Are you going to get over here and hug me or not?

[bloodisthicker]

...this is the part where I say I'm not really familiar with chess and then we sort of mutually boggle at each other for missing out on these ubiquitous board games, isn't it.

[cherryblooded]

[Not only does he get over there and hug him, first he gets over there and stands up on his tip-toes to lightly kiss Mettaton's forehead. It's kind of weird, considering - metal - but you know who doesn't care one bit, that's right, it's Cherryblod.

Then it's hugging time.]

[isafraid]

I suspected that much. [He smiles a bit, though it quickly fades away.]

...If you're looking for someone to talk to, Speedwagon's likely not the worst choice.

[Besides... the Kingmaker? Maybe others?]

[cherryblooded]

Mm... [The Kingmaker probably would be the worst choice.]

Wouldn't mind talking, but maybe not necessarily about what's making me upset.

[ratingspoint]

[It's also kind of weird considering that Cherryblod is just...getting feelings all over him? There are a lot of feelings, and Mettaton is usually pretty solidly in the "I hate feelings, they make me feel weird" camp, but that doesn't mean that wasn't strangely nice anyway, and while he's still not the most comfortable thing in the world to hug on (because, again, metal) it's decidedly less awkward this time around.]

[bloodisthicker]

Huh. If I knew it'd be that easy, I probably should've just considered doing it myself.

...honestly, I'm not sure if this is helpful or aggravating, though. Twenty-five? Really?

[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod thinks feelings are pretty great, especially affectionate feelings he can spill all over his favorite people.

He lets go after a bit, still smiling and looking a little bit less like he might cry at any moment.]

Thank you.

[isafraid]

I didn't know his name until now. [And if that's not weird enough...]

He's the bloke that knocked me clean on my back before. Seems he went a little easy on me. Can't say the other guy in the dream was too easy-going though.

[ratingspoint]

Don't mention it, sweetheart - and thanks for telling me.

[...And thank you for not crying. He's admittedly a bit used to tears, but they're never pleasant.]

[cherryblooded]

Well, you've been good to me. And I trust you.

[If you can't trust your relatively amoral robot son, who can you trust?]

If you ever need anything - anything at all - I'm always here for you.

[devastation]

Um... well, I dreamed about getting my hair cut this time...

[...riveting, isn't it]

[ratingspoint]

Oh, I know.

[And he does; it's a little flippant, but he genuinely does know that.]

I probably owe you a few secrets of my own by now, don't I?