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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MONDAY

[trustharder]

MEETING...?, PART THREE

[amygdalae]

[("Where did I lose you?"

"...elevator in Switzerland."

"So you heard none of it."

"I'm sorry. ...I'm not that kind of doctor; I'm not a therapist, it's not my training. I don't have the..."

"What? The time?"

"...temperament.")

Bruce honestly still doesn't know what to make of that particular dream, as much as it fills him with immense relief. Was that all actually real, or was it...? Well, he could think about that in time. Now there were more important things at hand.

Just as with the last two weeks there's the usual notice taped in its usual spot by now from early in the morning, the familiar handwriting from Bruce calling anybody interested for their quickly-usual weekly meeting at 11AM in the dining hall. It's a bit hard to take in the fact how slowly used they are becoming to this, but having a routine is good. It helps to keep them grounded in some fashion, to keep them all hanging on in some way or another.

In an attempt to raise some morale too, Bruce has finally taken to try and make food for everyone who comes to the meeting as well - should they arrive for the meeting they will see a pot of chicken stew with empty bowls at the side, and a small paper sign that says FEEL FREE TO EAT. There's a ladle to scoop the stew into their own bowls and also cutlery to eat said stew.

Bruce gives everyone who comes some time to get their bowls of stew and settle down before he promptly begins the meeting.]

Alright, let's begin. Is there anything anybody wants to ask or to share among us?

[His notebook's already out to do the usual note-taking; they'll go through everything one by one, as much as they can manage.]

[bloodisthicker]

[Damn, there's even food this time. Thanks for being great at meetings, Bruce, even if he's not going to eat until he's done talking.]

I think the first order of business should be a little pre-planning in the event that the Kingmaker decides to throw another reason for us to kill each other out this week. We don't really know when or if it'll come, but it did work out well for him last week, didn't it? There's no reason for him not to try it again, and I'm honestly surprised he hasn't thrown something at us yet.

[sleepingkogoro]

But what else could he use to encourage a murder? Even if he has a machine to save people like somebody suggested a week ago there isn't much to offer besides that.

Nobody is going to fall for that incentive twice, right?

[ratingspoint]

[...While we're all here, might as well ask.]

Well. I don't suppose everyone had weird dreams again, did you?

[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod clears his throat.]

Dreamed I lost a fight to a demon, and only narrowly managed not to be killed.

Wasn't exactly a fun dream.

[goodforsomething]

I dreamed that I...finished somethin' I've been workin' on for a while.

[Stan is somewhat uncharacteristically quiet and thoughtful for a moment.]

...I've dreamed about it before, but not like that.

[amygdalae]

[...well everyone pretty much heard what he said to Caren back down there, so.]

Mine was... it was a continuation of the previous one from last week, I believe.

[Everything seemed to click in there, anyway.]

[isafraid]

[Speedwagon's head tilts a bit.]

I figured it would get brought up eventually. I dreamed I was in the same place as the last dream, though I couldn't call it a disaster yet. Seems I was confronting this menacing bloke with Mister Joestar.

[...Hm?]

Mister Joestar...

[notjustawriter]

I did.

My dream last night made a little more sense than the one I had last week, but not by much.

[garudynamic]

[After everyone talks out the trial and dreams, Yosuke clears his throat to get everyone's attention]

So, I was talking to Bruce last night about this, but-

-we've all pretty much guessed that the Pearl we saw probably wasn't real. So that means the Kingmaker might... be able to copy any of us. Or even people we know from our homes.

[The implications aren't said. He doesn't want to SAY 'Pearl and Caren might have died for a lie'. It's too cruel]

So... it might be a good idea to not trust anything he offers us after this. Even if it's right there and we can see it. Okay?

[amygdalae]

[Alright, with more things dealt with its time for Bruce to actually... say something for once!! GASP...]

Miss Misa made this suggestion to me after--well, what happened, especially in the last two weeks, and I'd like to ask for everyone's opinions on it first.

Essentially, in addition to Mister Tarrlok's night patrol, an additional curfew would be imposed on ourselves along with the Kingmaker's nighttime alarm. This curfew just makes it that everyone who isn't involved with the night patrol that night should stay in their own rooms until nighttime is over. In this manner, it would add another layer of security to prevent incidents from occurring.

I don't wish to enforce this on everyone, but it would be rather beneficial, so I'd like to first get everyone's opinion on the matter.

[cherryblooded]

[That went... badly. And yesterday went even worse.

Cherryblod is visibly in poor spirits throughout all of Monday. He spends much of the time after the meeting in the kitchen, aggressively baking - today's menu seems to be mostly brownies. Have some if you like.

He also spends time in the art room, drawing sea life as well as pictures of humanoids. Mostly his daughter, in that case. His art is okay, but nothing to write home about - it gets the impression across.

Finally, he spends much of the evening in the music hall, messing with the piano. It's clear that he really doesn't know how to play it, judging by the way that he's plucking out random notes, but it's something to do with his hands, and something to do with his brain other than reflect.]

Art Room

[goodforsomething]

[Stan, on the other hand, has been visibly pleased with himself since Sunday! At least someone is happy!

As such, he's not occupying himself quite as much with his punching-bag yeti. He wanders into the art room with the vague thought of doing something else, and pauses to look over Cherryblod's shoulder.]

Is that your kid?

art room

[isafraid]

[The meeting was... a meeting alright. Speedwagon couldn't bring himself to say just how much good had come of it yet. They seemed to be on the right track, at least, with a few bumps in the road. Whatever those meant...

He stops in the art room for once, noticing Cherryblod hard at work, and it's only when he gets closer that he sees what he's working on.]

...Drawing your family, then?

music hall

[ratingspoint]

[Mettaton will find himself in here eventually, largely because he just sort of...keeps finding himself in here; it's good to have something familiar, and this is as close to familiar as it's getting for the time being.

He doesn't seem troubled at seeing Cherryblod in here, but it's enough to get him to draw up a bit short; he shakes it off quickly enough, though, even if he's a bit quieter than he usually is when he approaches.]

...Hello, darling.

[It doesn't sound any less affectionate than it usually does.]

Kitchen

[pokexplorer]

[After the meeting, Colress returns to the kitchen to get one last cup of coffee for the day. Fancy seeing Cherryblod there too! It's also not very hard to notice the smell of brownies...]

Ah, did you make all of these, Cherryblod? They smell wonderful.

kitchen

[capyper]

[ ... He's already shoved a brownie in his mouth before he comments on the presence of brownies. ]

Wow, so many of you like to bake, huh? These are delicious! But I'm worried I'm gonna have gained weight by the time I'm out of here, and then my spry image will be ruined!

[ He's obviously joking about that, though. Give him all the desserts, man. ]

Music room

[garudynamic]

[He noticed that Cherry seemed down. What with the crazed baking. So when he sees him alone in the music room he peeks his head in cautiously]

Hey. Want company?

art room

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel notices Cherryblod's mood immediately, but he still peeks over his shoulder anyway.]

Drawin' anyone you know?

music hall

[psychoh]

... [it's actually a little funny to him, seeing him just picking away at the keys. he jams his hands in his pockets and walks towards him.]

You, uh, you don't play, do you?

[happysweets]

[ "Now that I think about it, Kira might be as pure as you are, Misa. Kira's using the notebook not for himself, but for the betterment of the human world..."
"Yeah. Kira was doing it to make the world a better place. You didn't even know that, shinigami?"
...
"The current Kira is a vile and pathetic human. Who knows what he'll do? Watch out for him and the other Yotsuba people. ...If worst comes to worst, I'll kill him, but I'd rather not die for this scumbag. I want to be around for some insurance. You'll know who Kira is, but you'll have to trust Light and do as he pleases."

Well, that shouldn't be too much of a problem. She already loves Light more than anything. That much was certainly obvious. ...But this Kira in the Yotsuba Group, that was just plain weird. Could it really be true? And why didn't she recognize Rem..? These dreams were making her head hurt the more she thinks about them...

"You haven't changed, Misa. Those feelings for Light will never change, will they...? I also now believe that your happiness is found by staying by Light's side and supporting him."

Ugh, where is Rem now..? The more she thinks about it, the more she wants to hug her tight, but...why couldn't she see her? And why didn't she have her eyes? She didn't have them in her dream, either...

"No matter how much you want to help, you must not reveal the existence of the notebook or me to anyone."

Well, for now, that shouldn't be too difficult. She's already been keeping mum and playing off her actual feelings about well, that whole thing to begin with, and she's found that was already paying off for her, as much as it pained her to say things like that sometimes. But this is a desperate circumstance, and she's positive that things are a bit better this way.

Even so, after everything that happened with Cherry yesterday...

Ugh. The terror is gone, and the rage she wanted to feel before is in full swing, overshadowing the questions she still has about her dream. As much as she loves having the stage in the music room now, because that'll definitely help with the talent show she wants to plan out, she can't bring herself to do much more than sit in front of the piano and just...kind of bang on the keys a bit. Not exactly elegant or graceful, really. But she's trying(?)

After that passes, she'll be in the game room; though she doesn't really want much to do with blackjack, she's playing single-card solitaire with herself; a pretty easy game, all things considered, but she's still having some trouble, it seems! ]

Let's see, uh, the four goes...

[ She can use some help with her spread, if someone would care to assist..! ]

[goingdigital]

Over here.

[Taichi keeps it short and simple as he points to the five of hearts.]

[notjustawriter]

[It's been a while since he's spoken with Misa.

Gabriel sits down near her, watching curious.]

Playin' solitare? I don't think I've played the real game in years; nowadays it comes with computers.

[clubleader]

Right there!

[ And she smiling, tapping a finger against a five. ]