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

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!]

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TUESDAY

[trustharder]

INCENTIVE.

[kingmakereffect]

[Just like last week, slightly after noon the Kingmaker's voice can be heard throughout the Vault.]

I have another announcement for all of you. You have ten minutes to gather in the dining room.

[...And just like last week, that's mostly a formality, because he can still be heard throughout the Vault even if you didn't show up. So the announcement is impossible to miss, even if you're still in your room or just feeling rebellious and stayed where you were.

Either way, he seems pretty invested in what he has to say today.]

The Vault is full of opportunities. You're completely provided for, and no one has to go without if they ask for what they need. Unfortunately, all opportunities come with a price.

The price I'm asking for is blood. Specifically, from one of you.

You're probably going to say that I'm forcing you to kill someone. I'm not. If you don't pick someone to pay the price yourselves within the next four days, someone will be selected by me. That person will die, and you all can go back to living your lives.

It'll be completely randomized, so it's not as though I'll play favorites. Maybe it'll be you or someone you care about. Maybe it won't. If it's you, though, you probably won't like how you go out.

Or you guys can pick someone. It'd be a great chance to try to complete Rule Seven. Somebody's going to die anyway, right?

You have four days to make your choice. For now, you're free to return to your activities.

[As before, any attempts to question the Kingmaker will be met with silence; looks like he's done for today.]

Re: INCENTIVE.

[sleepingkogoro]

[The Kingmaker won't reply but that won't stop Mouri from talking at wherever the voice came from]

Not disguising your intentions anymore, eh? This is practically admitting all you want is to see everyone in here die.

Not that anyone believed you had any other plans, of course.

[That is not even an incentive, nobody will fall for it, right?]

[ignorantly]

[ ... ]

What the hell?

[neverafters]

T-The Kingmaker can't fight everyone at once right...? What if everyone stays together for that day as protection... can they catch him?

[amygdalae]

[...honestly, can that even be called an incentive? It's literally putting them between a rock and a hard place... as if things weren't hard enough as it is.

There is a hard lump at the back of his throat. Either way, somebody is going to die. And if somebody must die...

Well. It's clear enough on what has to be done, isn't it?]

[ratingspoint]

[...]

Well. It's not like our individual chances are that bad? One out of twenty-three, if we leave it alone.

[...couldn't you get anything else out of that you raging narcissist]

[bloodisthicker]

[...holy shit.

Are you fucking kidding him???]

And I'm sure we can't arrange for it to be the utter waste of flesh trying to force us to make this choice, can it.

[penduli]

[ ... ]

If it's just blood, do you think he'd accept the thing we did in the first trial as a suitable offering? It would technically be following his incentive.

[ BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD or whatever. ]

[captainobnoxious]

Alright, so, show of hands. Give me a fist if you want to start a face off to weed out the weak, a thumbs up if you're willing to sacrifice yourself for the good of all, or your pinky if you'd rather not do either of those things.

[...]

King, you can just say which option you'd like.

[ratingspoint]

[...Well, logical shitshow at the announcement aside, Mettaton seems to be taking this week's motive less oddly than he was last week's; he'll gauge the others' reaction to it, sure, but then he'll just sort of disappear upstairs for the day.

He's spending a lot of time in the art studio this afternoon; it's somewhere to be, and it looks like he's actually utilizing the kiln to make something today – though god only knows what, because from the look of it he's heating up nondescript bricks of clay to end up with...ceramic nondescript bricks (which is, to be fair, probably the exact sort of creativity failure that one would expect from a fucking robot, if the robot were anyone else). He seems pretty satisfied with them, though, and he's making a good amount of them from the look of it. At least he doesn't have to worry about burning himself on anything in there.

He'll have some paint out while he waits for his, uh, bricks to finish, though, and he'll be just kind of messing around on one of the canvases for a while; it's very obviously an idle thing, though, because holy shit absolutely no one is legitimately interested in painting that many Bob Ross-style happy little trees. No one does that because they genuinely want to. No one. But apparently that is what he's doing with himself this afternoon, because it's easy and he's bored and he's got to do something with himself while the kiln does its thing, and for all intents and purposes it seems somebody may have utterly broken the robot in the creativity department.

From early evening onward, though, he'll be fairly easy to find; he's spending a fair amount of time in Room 13 again, and from the look of it he's actually using the bed like a sane person instead of lying on the floor. So that's. Improvement? Probably? It seems like he's made a few changes to the décor since last week – the...whatever he did to that fabric-painted blanket is still there and set up with those stupid tuning forks, but otherwise the million goddamn happy trees have joined the bizarre flowers where they're propped up against the wall, along with another canvas with his signature on it, drawn out and glittered-up using the same method as the flowers.

He's also got a hugeass poster taped up on the wall above his bed; looks like the vending machine was nice to him recently.

Either way, he's alternating between just sort of listlessly looking up at those stars he's got painted on the ceiling, and texting determinedly again; things are going either really well or really poorly for him today; it's a little difficult to tell, all things considered.]

Room 13

[cherryblooded]

Your room is getting fancier by the day.

[Cherryblod just sort of hovers awkwardly in the doorway to Mettaton's room for a second.]

May I come in?

art studio

[isafraid]

Oi, Mettaton!

[someone is calling from the doorway, around the midpoint of the day, and it's Speedwagon!]

I knew I would find a bloke like you in here.

[And you... you've been busy in here.]

[amygdalae]

[Well.

That certainly was... something.

As everyone else has their own reactions to it Bruce himself is quiet... almost too quiet, really. He leaves silently from the dining hall, and for a while stays in his own room at room 9, doing some personal things and mulling over what the Kingmaker had said.

Later on in the day - and earlier than how it usually is - there's already the summary of yesterday's meeting duct taped at the bulletin board. Just as with the previous times it details everything they discussed; the incentives, their continued dreams, possibility of fakes and opinions for a set curfew.

Apparently when Bruce is lost in thought, he can get these things out quicker.

Later on he can be found in the library returning the many books he had borrowed, and in the first aid room doing another round of stock checking. He can also be found wandering between the second and third floors for most of the day as well... up until after nighttime, where Bruce is in the dining hall, nursing some tea he had managed to get from the kitchen before nighttime came in and looking lost in thought as his hands fiddle with the mobile he had gotten from Aqua last week.]

Library

[cherryblooded]

Finished with all of those?

[He sure is returning a bunch of books at once. Presumably he'll be checking out equally as many...?

(Ha. Ha ha.)]

Dining Hall

[goodforsomething]

Oh - [There's an obvious moment of surprise and wariness when Stan enters, but when he registers who it is, he relaxes some.] - oh, it's you. What're you doin' up, doc?

[Says the man who's just wandering around at night without even any tea.]

dining hall

[clubleader]

[ Mion can't get to sleep so she's wondering around herself, until she spots Bruce in the dining hall. ]

Can't sleep?

[pokexplorer]

[The incentive this week seems to have put Colress a little on edge compared to last week's, as he's a bit more subdued than usual as he goes about his business.

Once the discussion in the dining hall comes to an end, he exits in a bit of a hurry and heads to room 20, his room, for a while. He keeps the door closed, but he'll answer if anyone needs him for something.

In the late afternoon, he can be found out and about in the second laundry room, where he's writing down a detailed inventory of every chemical that can be found in the storage room and just...trying to get his mind off of what happened earlier in the day. He writes out a copy for personal reference, and tapes the original near Mettaton's super glittery sign-out sheet.

Colress spends the rest of his evening in the dining hall with a cup of coffee and two of the Showa Radios that Caren gave him the previous week. He's taken one of them apart entirely with a toolkit, and is inspecting the pieces with great curiosity as he goes about reassembling it with the complete one as reference. It's something cathartic for him to do, really.]

laundry room

[prismbloom]

[ Aqua's not really been into the second laundry room yet, but.... judging from the general look of things, it's a good idea to--

Oh. Colress already had the same idea as she. Aqua looks it over, then nods. ]

... There are a lot of dangerous chemicals here, aren't there?

laundry room

[notjustawriter]

I've never seen so many chemicals in a laundry room before.

I'm glad you're keepin' an eye on things, it's a good idea to keep stock.

Dining Hall

[bloodisthicker]

[Tarrlok did happen to see that chemical inventory when he was passing through the third floor, so he means to talk about that... but... boy howdy, he feels kind of forlorn looking at that.]

You know, it's a shame there aren't any stations to tune those to, because I'm missing radio like you would not believe.

[prismbloom]

[ ... After the announcement, Aqua's feeling on edge. Incredibly. To offer something like that... an impossible choice, because any choice will lead to someone's death... it's desperate, more than they've seen before. The Kingmaker watches everything in the vault, right? He must know their resolve. And he's doing his best to break it.

Aqua focuses not on the newest floor, but on the first floor. She's poking around (probably in vain, but who knows?) to see if there's any way down. She tries the storage room--making sure everything is in place and accounted for, too, while she's there--before moving onto the laundry room, the kitchen (where she makes a fresh pot of vanilla tea, too), the dining room, the library, and the incinerator. Honestly, her search takes her pretty much all day and night... but she's determined.

Later at night, the door to room 15 will be open a crack; she's plucking away at a violin she took from the music room. Aqua has a book propped up against her pillow, and right now, she's just going over how to read the music. ]

incinerator

[notjustawriter]

[It's not the first time Gabriel has wandered over to the incinerator. He keeps doing it, honestly. If only because he has this sinking feeling it'll be used eventually, if they don't put a stop to the killings soon.]

You looking for anything?

[capyper]

[ In the late afternoon, everybody will find a colorfully decorated paper slipped under their door, and a few larger posters in the dining hall, games room, and kitchen with cartoon-y drawings of the various inhabitants of the Vault (minus the Kingmaker, of course) partying it up, with an invitation underneath:

TOMORROW EVENING: LET'S HAVE DINNER TOGETHER!
MAKE AND BRING SOMETHING IF YOU CAN
FEATURING A SUPER FUN MYSTERY EVENT!!

So there's that!!


Otherwise, Yato can be found in the morning before the Kingmaker's announcement in the sewing room making himself the a fairly basic yukata. He's gotta wear something other than ceremonial robes every once in a while, and he's not really feeling the jumpsuits.


After the incentive, he disappears for a while, presumably working on the posters — but in the evening, he reemerges to occupy the kitchen, where he seems to be creating some sort of... extremely artistic fruit platter with a pair of knives, one large and one small for detail work. He's wasting almost nothing of the fruit getting them into fancy flower designs, though, and whatever he does need to cut loose just ends up in these cute fruit skewers. It's probably kinda obvious what he intends to contribute to the potluck party, huh.


... Finally, in the evening, after a remarkably busy day for him, he can be found lying stomach-down to the ground in the library. What is he doing, you might wonder. The answer is simple: crying dramatically. ]

... Hiyori! Yukine!! It's been so long since I saw your beautiful faces... [ sniff... ] Yukine, you better not have been unfaithful to me and run off to some other god... [ sniffing escalates ] Hu.....gh.... okay, I feel better now.

[ Apparently, he just needed ten minutes to be a dramatic wreck. He's done now. ]

exploring

[notjustawriter]

[Tuesday's incentive has once again shaken him. Gabriel doesn't know what to do with himself, so he spends most of it in the library reading.

In the evening, however, is when Gabriel gets to work. His stop today is the game room, where he will be looking for something immediately out of place before he starts to dig around, looking for any sign at all that people before them used this room.]