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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THURSDAY

[trustharder]

[amygdalae]

[Thursday arrives and... Bruce has apparently been busy even before the morning alarm sounds, it seems. Next to the meeting summary at the bulletin board bright and early there is now also a list that has been duct taped up for all to see; and its easy enough to see that this list is also written in Bruce's handwriting. The header reads ITEMS TO GIVE AWAY / TRADE / ETC. and at the bottom is a simple note:]

To request for any of these items, please contact B. Banner.

[For the Face Steak and the amulet listed, he's also kind of... did his best to add a decent sketch of them for easier reference.

Bruce himself can be more or less found at his usual places - the library and the first aid room. He can also be located at room 9 from time to time when he goes back there to take a breather, or the dining hall at meal times to eat food like a normal person.

Some time after dinner however Bruce can actually be found instead at the sewing room, idly glancing through the fabrics that the room has and sort of... separating some of them for some strange reason.]


[OOC: Only the items that have a black list dot mark thing (minus all weapon type things) are the things that he's trading!]

Room 9

[ratingspoint]

[Well, by the time Mettaton finds Bruce after seeing that notice taped up, he...well, he seems very, very amused, let's put it that way.]

You can eat that steak you got, you know.

[amygdalae]

[Having been lying down on the bed, Bruce instantly sits up at the sound of Mettaton's voice, and it takes a moment for him to register what the other is saying.]

Ah. [The steak... yes.] I don't tend to eat meat unless I have to, and it did look rather well-made, so...

[Well made as in the steak was literally modeled well... if that made sense.]

sewing room

[devastation]

[Megumi saw the list hanging up earlier, but honestly she hadn't given it much thought. Instead she goes about her day and at some point ends up in the sewing room--there were aprons that Caren-san and her had tried to put together last week before... well. Despite what happened, Megumi's willing to try to see if they can be finished, but Bruce pretty quickly catches her attention when she walks in.]

... Bruce-san? What are you doing?

[amygdalae]

[Oh, somebody's here--

Bruce looks up from what he's doing and smiles once he recognizes who it is.]

Hello, Miss Sakura. [He starts, mild as always, then glances back down to the fabrics he had been separating - he's put them in piles of 'what is more usable' in general, regardless of their variations of terrible colors.] I'm just picking out what I could use to maybe make something for myself, if at all possible.

[Since you know, all he's had are jumpsuits... not that Bruce minds, but it would be nice to have something else once in a while.]

[ratingspoint]

[Last night was fun, wasn't it? Mettaton did have a good time there, not even gonna lie, but it seems that now that he's wound down and had most of the night to himself, things are back to being...well, the Vault. And the Vault hasn't been very nice to everyone lately.

While he'll be around in general here and there from time to time, it seems that Mettaton is spending most of his day today in the music room; the activities he's doing seem reasonably normal, if you catch him early enough – he's pacing around on the stage, doing vocal drills that sound like the melody present here, all brief staccato nonsyllables accompanied with a vague fluttering of his left hand at his side following the rises and falls of the notes – though as time wears on it seems more...well, mechanical, no pun intended. The sort of thing he's doing because the action is familiar and the music is likewise familiar, but he's pretty obviously mentally checked out and just going through the motions while his mind is elsewhere.

He won't leave even when he stops doing that altogether; he'll wander over to the piano again eventually, going back to banging out the thing he was working out earlier in the week – he seems a lot more aggressive about it today, coming down hard on the keys so roughly it sounds like he's probably going to break something (whether it's the piano or the mechanisms in his joints that are going to give first, it's a bit hard to say). He has enough control to not actually break something, but just the same, there's some definite...something there that he's trying to work out, hell if anyone knows what it is. Arguably he doesn't know what it is. It's just one of those days, seems like.

Otherwise, he'll be spending time in Room 13 again, door open as usual; he's sitting on the bed, curled up idly with one of those sketchbooks opened – he's not drawing anything, though, the strokes aren't right for that. Looks like he's writing letters again.]

it's the three thousand threads with Mettaton and Cherryblod show - room 13

[cherryblooded]

May I come in- right, I'm allowed to just walk in...

[Give him partial credit for stepping inside after asking. He's learning.]

Letters again? Or diaries this time?

[ratingspoint]

You were right the first time.

[Letters again.

That said, he doesn't mind the company, so yes. Partial credit given!]

Everything all right, darling?

music room

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel stands in the doorway, listening for a long time.

He doesn't really want to interrupt, but he also doesn't want to stand there being awkward forever so he waits until there's a pause long enough to speak up.]

You play very well. We've got a lotta musicians here.

[ratingspoint]

We do! It's fantastic.

[He'll let up on what he's doing, though, rather than just cycling back into the pattern; he's smiling a bit when he turns to look over there.]

Did you want to play for a while, or...?

[isafraid]

[ Look alive, master Joestar. He's trying to lure you in, like as not.

This week has been a mixed bag so far. The motive and the dreams have got Speedwagon thinking about things he might not have considered, once upon a time. It's noticeable even in the morning, where he's awake and around sometime after the alarms. You'll be able to find him in the morning in the dining hall. He'll be there for a while, munching inattentively on something from the kitchen as he scribbles notes onto a sheet of paper. His penmanship is generally chicken scratch, but there's a few repeating things there, mostly two names:

Jonathan Joestar and Dio Brando.

Later, he could be found in the laundry room with a bushel of clothes, examining the instructions someone so thankfully left out for the less technologically inclined. It's quite frankly boring work, but at least he'd had enough incentive to grab a book from the library and flip through it while he waits. ]

Dining Hall

[sleepingkogoro]

[Mouri came into the dining hall, ready to start his usual routine. Hey there, Speedwagon. Mouri subtly peeks at the notes, skimming them]

Excuse me, what are you writing?

[isafraid]

[He glances upward, not fully understanding why Mouri would be interested in this until it clicks. Right. He's a detective.]

And a fine how-do-you-do to you to, mister detective. [He's not mad, just... tired. It's been a long week.]

Last night got me thinking about stuff. Thought I might start getting all of those thoughts down on paper while I'm here, in case I need to piece them together elsewhere. course, most of it's dream things, and how much can you take from them?

dining hall

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel is totally the type to snoop for no reason in particular. For that reason, seeing someone scribbling something onto a piece of paper is like a searchlight telling him to investigate.]

You have a lot on your mind, I take it?

laundry room

[amygdalae]

Do you need any help?

[Bruce really was just passing by, but he had noticed Speedwagon looking at the instructions that Cherryblod had put up, so. Never hurts to ask, right?]

Laundry Room

[neverafters]

What is The Sensitive reading?

[ Yes, he's still calling you that, sorry Speedwagon. ]

[bloodisthicker]

[DAWN OF THE FINAL DAY: 24 HOURS REMAIN

...and he's no closer to figuring out a solution to tomorrow's problem than he was than he was on Tuesday. This is a problem, because he'll be damned if he lets the Kingmaker win this one.

So... time for the desperation move, then. He's... going to go up to the upstairs laundry room, sign out some of the tools, and then spend some time... looking at the elevator doors.

...better men than him have probably stared at this thing and been unable to tell what the fuck, so he's not even sure where to stick a screwdriver. He gets more and more frustrated until finally, he just...

...he just fills a bucket with water and throws it at the elevator door in the hopes that doing something vaguely waterbender-y will make him feel better. It doesn't. Especially not when he realizes that this is probably some kind of hazard and he has to clean it up, so... he'll... tape a sign to the elevator door that says CAUTION: WET FLOOR and then go about cleaning that up.

...after that he goes to the library to... actually sit down and read. He's picked up a Yostodeskvy novel entitled Dispatches from Underneath, and while he doesn't seem to be enjoying it, he feels... focused, actually. At least, comparatively. ...it's better than thinking about the actual crisis at hand, anyway, even if the second half of this is chock full of secondhand embarrassment.

The day goes by. He still can't think of anything. He puts together some of the leftover stir fry for dinner and eats in the kitchen, where he... kind of glances at the kitchen knives every so often. He has the smartphone with him for once, too, and he also keeps glancing at that...

...well, night comes around and all the knives have been left in the kitchen (by him, anyway). He doesn't go to his room right at nightfall but instead kind of walks a circuit of all the floors before doing so. It can't really be called patrolling, though... maybe it can be called "an aimless attempt to feel like you're doing something when you have no resources and are effectively powerless."

He'd felt so nice about dreaming (remembering?) that he'd gotten the Avatar on his side at the beginning of the week, and now it just felt like an insult. Maybe... he could just stare at the ceiling and then come up with some last ditch attempt at doing anything. Until then, though... yeah, he's just gonna walk that circuit, get back to his room, and then shut the door.]

night

[garudynamic]

[Yosuke spots Tarrlok, and calls out softly]

Hey... you too?

[no real need to explain what they're both doing]

Elevator

[isafraid]

[Speedwagon was just passing through as he heard the splash, then he sees Tarrlok setting up the sign. He can make a good guess at what's happening.]

Having no such luck with the doors, mister Tarrlok?

kitchen

[amygdalae]

[Bruce has come in for some tea refills, like always, when he sees Tarrlok eating inside here. Not that its very strange, but...]

Hello.

[He says it as mildly as he can, even managing a smile once he's close enough.]

[clubleader]

[ In the morning, Mion can be found in the game room with an old deck of cards, playing solitaire. She's also gone through all the other games and pulled a few that she's not as familiar with out so she could go over the rules. She might as well get some ideas for the game club.

If anyone walks by, she'll wave them over.

Later in the afternoon, Mion is in the dining hall with some freshly brewed tea and a big Gugelhupf cake sitting on the table in front of her. She'll call out to anyone she sees. ]

Do you want some cake? I just made some tea too.

Dining Hall

[sleepingkogoro]

[If there's something that gets Mouri's attention it is food. Well, there's also money, gambling, beer, very easy cases...but food is definitely near the top of the list. So when Mion calls for him he approaches.

It also matters because Mion is pretty much the last living person around he hasn't really talked with before]

I'll take some cake.

You are Sonozaki-san, right?

game room

[devastation]

[Megumi has seen Mion around quite a few times, but she's also one of the remaining few that Megumi hasn't spoken to much. It's hard to explain why that is, but today when she decides to visit the game room and spots her, she decides to try to change that.]

Hello... Sonozaki-san, right? [Or at least she's certain that's her last name.] What are you playing?

Dining Hall

[pokexplorer]

[Colress comes over when he's called to, happy to simply have a conversation with Mion, and immediately gives a curious look at that cake. Well if there was anything to take his mind off what could come tomorrow, this is it.]

My, what an unique-looking cake! I wouldn't have taken it for one at first. What is it?