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!]

Comments

[captainobnoxious]

[... At least she knows for certain that the dreams really are memories now, looking at where she'd had stitches on her arm and remembering the troll that had messed up her arm pretty badly while she protected someone with a braid almost as long as their body. The stitches are out by now, but the light scarring remains and she rubs the bandaged area gently before getting dressed to go.

After first stopping by the profiles to add a little something special to Mettaton's likes with a marker (her own name), she's actually gonna go exploring herself this time since the second floor hadn't been of much interest to her at first...

... and this is how she ends up in the music room for most of the day, a little joyful to find a lyre in the more unusual instrument section and humming to herself as she picks out a few songs she remembers. There'll be time she's singing, not all too well but with obvious great importance to the glory-based words, but she's mostly content to just sit there and play whatever crosses her mind without lyrics.

It's like, oddly serene for her. Weird. At least she's not mixing chemicals in the new laundry room she's staying away from for the next ten years?

Evening finds her in the art room though, where she's pretty much hand painting streaks of sunset colors with one hand and the other is in charge of the sunrise. Her jacket's off and out of the way, because she doesn't want to get color on it, but the rest of her is pretty much stained.]

Music Room

[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod won't interrupt during a song, that's just rude - he'll sit down on the floor and wait for a lull in the music to speak up.]

Didn't know you had musical talent.

[captainobnoxious]

[Sigrun grins and picks at another song, not minding the chance to talk over it.]

My people love three things: Troll hunting, good stories, ale, and music.

[...]

Four things. Anyway, it's just something to pass the time here, but back home we'd play songs like this to celebrate pretty much anything you can think of! It's kind of a family tradition and... well, this isn't exactly the kind of thing I'm used to, but the rest of this stuff isn't much like it either, so, you know. I'll make it work.

[cherryblooded]

You're not bad - I'm surprised that it isn't an instrument you've played before.

[She's a lot better than he'd be with any of this stuff, anyway. Music's not one of the skills he's picked up.]

What are we celebrating today? Surviving?

[captainobnoxious]

It's close enough to what I'm used to, that's all.

[A violin or guitar would be close too, but it doesn't look like the simple instrument they've created, so. This.]

And you bet! We'll sing songs for those who've died to remember them by -- I'm sure Caren would appreciate that a lot -- and keep marching forward until we're dead by natural causes or other means.

[sleepingkogoro]

[Well look at that. Sigrun is playing the lyre]

I never imagined you knew to play an instrument.

[Much less a lyre]

[captainobnoxious]

I never had a way to show it off! Can you play anything, detective?

[Let at least one person she knows be musically inclined that isn't the robot.]

[sleepingkogoro]

Me? Not really. I'm not good with instruments.

Never had the patience to learn to play one. [Or to know how to sew, or cook, or play games, or...a myriad other things. Mouri is not a patient man]

[captainobnoxious]

I'm not surprised the least bit.

[Mouri is not a patient man, and this is coming from the woman who prefers action to waiting.]

But it doesn't take too long to learn one if you've got a good teacher like me. And it'll keep your hands busy. Might help with relaxing if you get too wound up, but for my people it was always to connect with each other, to share our stories and best your brother in the gorefest.

Art Room

[pokexplorer]

[Colress figures before nighttime hits, he should make a stop to the art storage room for some more supplies before retiring to his room. He's a little surprised to find Sigrun on the way there, figuring the others would be spending most of their time exploring the new floor.]

Ah, hello, Miss Sigrun.

[He can't help but take a peek at her work as he makes his way through the room. He ends up stopping near her, though.]

Working with both hands, eh? Impressive! [...] You know, it's now hitting me that we haven't seen the sun in two weeks. At least we have your artistic skill to compensate.

[captainobnoxious]

[They really haven't huh. Sigrun pauses in her painting to think about this, but returns to it soon enough.]

It's for someone in particular, but if everyone's astounded by my abilities I'll hang some up around this place to remind everyone of what peace looks like. I mean, what's better than the sunset? You get to sleep afterwards!

[pokexplorer]

While I do not speak for everyone obviously, I don't see why that would hurt. It would at least add some character to the dinginess.

[It is interesting to hear her refer to such basic ways of the world as 'peace' though. He can't say he disagrees now that he thinks about it. Some things are taken way too much for granted.]

You know...I could see such drawings looking nice near the clock. Being able to see the sunset instead of simply numbers on a board telling us night draws near could do wonders. Don't you think?

[captainobnoxious]

[You learn to take things at face value when you live in a world like hers. Sunrise means you survive another day and sunset means sleep in preparation for another -- provided trolls don't overrun you. They're simple beauties.]

You're the scientist here, bub, you if you think it'll look nice then I'll trust you and hang some up sometime.

[NOT THAT... BEING A SCIENTIST HAS ANYTHING TO DO ABOUT IT, BUT HE'S SMART, SO.]

Maybe you can do some too. What's the sunrise-sunset like in your world? Since you don't have to really worry about the kinda stuff I've dealt with first thing in the morn.

Profiles

[bloodisthicker]

[Tarrlok is looking at the profiles too, but he doesn't seem quite as concerned with additions to Mettaton's profile as he is with the brand new profile for the Kingmaker.]

...you know, those dislikes listed by our host are just making me really curious about how you managed to get him to put this up.

[captainobnoxious]

Oh, I just asked him.

[Seriously. She's personally pleased she's mentioned in his profile, even if it's in a dislike.]

He didn't see why we wanted one, but obviously he complied, so. I'm the best negotiator in the world!

[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?

[captainobnoxious]

Yeah, he's so young. Kind of makes sense why he's got a savior complex about all of this though, you know?

[Too big for his britches.]

Art Room

[neverafters]

Ooh...

[ Guess who's peering at your work Sigrun! The bird seems impressed. ]

"Boundless" also applies to dominant hand?

[captainobnoxious]

You bet! Never know when you're gonna be left without your main hand out on the field, so you've gotta be prepared to use both. It also really speeds things up.

[Like handpainting. Can a bird handpaint...]

[neverafters]

[ He can wingpaint! But just with his right. ]

It's very resourceful! The King admires how extensive The Boundless's training goes.

[captainobnoxious]

[That's so cute???]

All part of survival, my good bird. Well, the two hands thing, the painting's just something I felt like doing today because why not? I haven't even been in here yet! Seems a shame when everyone was doing artsy stuff before.

[... and now it's all to herself. no one will ever know, except all of the people who see her now.]

music room

[notjustawriter]

[He wouldn't have expected Sigrun to do something like this. He listens for a long while.]

You've got quite a talent, Sigrun.

[captainobnoxious]

[Seems many people feel that way. What, so the murderous robot can be an entertainer but the brutal woman can't be?]

Thanks, I know. Everyone back home can do this too but I'm absolutely the best at it. There's no one who can match my skill here!

[back home is debatable. but def not here.]

[notjustawriter]

[....to be honest, the murderous robot is a bit of a surprise, too]

How long have you done this?

[captainobnoxious]

Hmmm. Maybe... I don't know, since I was a kid, maybe. I remember listening to my mom and dad play a lot when they were younger too, and since everyone learns it I just kind of got into it too until I was old enough to start going out on missions and such.

[Which is young, mind, but.]

Even then I'd still practice, mostly with my own awesome stories and the ones of my peers. So a while, I'd guess?