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]

[Well. Any dreams that may have been had the night before were either genuinely not bad or he's determined to act like they weren't; he's not up to the usual manic intensity but he seems to be doing well enough for the most part.

The laundry room actually does catch his attention, if only because that is a lot of tools and chemicals in there; he disappears downstairs, and when he does come back up it's only to tape up a sheet of paper with a header that's been made with entirely too much glitter and sparkles outside the door:

"SIGN-OUT SHEET, BECAUSE EVERYONE KNOWS CAREN WOULD HAVE INSISTED WE SHOULD PUT ONE UP!! ♥♥♥"

...Anyway. The creation of passive-aggressive but well-meaning signs aside, Mettaton can mostly be found on the third floor today; the game room normally isn't something he'd be too interested in, but Cherryblod is in there when he is and he'd promised him a game. After that, though...well, the music room is rather unsurprisingly where he'll be for most of the day.

He'll be up on the stage for a while - not doing anything for anyone in particular, just sort of pacing for a bit and getting a feel for the room; it's easy to call something up from the back of his mind, though, some sort of musical arrangement that only he can hear, and the result is...well, dancing, actually. His movements are surprisingly light (given that this is something entirely made of metal that we're talking about) but they're also weirdly aggressive - the sort of thing that's equal amounts flashy to watch and...probably easily used to kick the shit out of someone, with a bit of timing and creativity, and the whole thing is occasionally punctuated with the sort of posing usually reserved for someone having a stand battle, because damn if Alphys didn't make this body flexible as fuck.

...He's having a great time, is what we're saying here.

When things have wound down, though, and well after nighttime hits, he can be found back in there; there's a bit less energy to him this time around, but he's still seeming like he's looking for something to do. He hadn't lied when he said instruments weren't his strong suit, but anyone who's still up at unholy o'clock at night can find him at the piano, setting his hands down and repositioning them once in a while like he's trying to find something. His touch is light until he's worked out what he wants; what he ends up playing is simple, a lot of chords and repetition, but he doesn't seem to mind that it's not particularly flashy or anything. It's just...nice, for the time being?

...It's something to do with himself at night that isn't "aggressively paint his room", anyway.]

after nighttime!!

[amygdalae]

[The music room is something... interesting, that's for certain, and while Bruce had glanced at it in his initial combing of the new rooms its only nighttime when he comes back to it with the intent to... well, do something. He's really not one for music, but...

When he does come to the music room however he hears the sound of the piano being played--and its a bit of a surprise when he sees that its Mettaton. Or perhaps not so surprising, considering he is an entertainer.

Rather than saying anything he stays at the doorway, leaning against the frame as he watches and listens to Mettaton and his simple but elegant tune.]

[ratingspoint]

[It isn't quite like he remembers hearing it, but it's an acceptable try given that he hadn't heard it for very long; when he stops it's in the strange, unfinished sort of way that implies there should be more of it, he just isn't sure where to go from there.

And it's then that he notices Bruce; it seems that he genuinely hadn't before then, and he startles a little - thankfully his hands don't come down on the keys, though, that'd likely be ugly-sounding.]

Oh - hello, sweetheart.

[amygdalae]

Hey.

[His voice is soft - not that he's ever been loud at any time, but since its already quiet anyway there's no reason for him to raise his voice.

Bruce straightens up and slowly walks towards Mettaton, a small smile on his face.]

I guess you have an actual room to do your entertainment things now.

[ratingspoint]

It looks that way, doesn't it!

[Granted, the way that they got it should probably bother him, but it seems that he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth tonight.]

The acoustics in here are really great, too, and the stage isn't bad; I was looking that over earlier.

[amygdalae]

[The way they got anything at all honestly is one big bother by itself, but Bruce... tries not to dwell on that. It's not as if it will get him anywhere for now.]

Thinking of organizing a show anytime soon?

[ratingspoint]

I've been asked to a few times! It's just hard to get anything organized, with all the...

[...trauma? imminent threats of death? ...inability to tell who's going to be an idiot and challenge somebody to a fucking deathmatch at any given time?]

...Well. The environment is providing some technical difficulties.

[#NailedIt.]

[amygdalae]

[Well, Bruce can't say he's surprised to hear that.]

Maybe you could try something simpler? There's not that many of us anyway, so maybe a smaller thing would be easier to organize. I'd be willing to help.

[Not that... he has much of an idea what to do but Mettaton should know, right?]

[ratingspoint]

Well! We'll see, sweetheart, but I'd like that.

[After all, it's entirely possible that there will be another motive eventually, and that might shoot everything to hell.

But that's not the most pleasant of thoughts, is it.]

What are you doing out so late, anyway - difficulty sleeping?

[amygdalae]

[He quirks a small smile at the response, although it fades a little at the question, and Bruce shakes his head slightly.]

A little, I suppose. [Not that him and sleep ever had a good relationship, even with the comfortable beds. Being trapped in here and having... all these things happen doesn't really stop the usual things he already has to deal with.] It's par of the course though - don't worry about it.

music room

[captainobnoxious]

[You know how fun it is to watch someone do a dance with no music? Very. You know what's even more fun?

Making some music for them.

Since Sigrun's hanging in the music room too, she's going to be doing the latter after gathering a rhythm from his movements the best she can. A lyre's not the best instrument to do airy stuff on for her, but she'll work it!!! Especially with that aggression!! Even if it's a totally different melody from whatever Mettaton's going at.

Listen. She's already gonna be doing something for him tonight, might as well make fun of his moves now.]

[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.]

[captainobnoxious]

[And it's a good thing, they're not total wrecks yet.

... Yet, because hell if Sigrun won't change the pace to see if she can trip him up. One minute it'll be the rocking out she loves so much and then it's something a little more mellow, with longer notes due to the lack of fingers silencing them and a somber feeling. Things like that.

Listen, her arm's gonna tire out before he does, but fuck it you know? Be the ballerina you always wanted to be.]

[ratingspoint]

[God bless you, you magnificent idiot, please continue to be everything that you are.

That said, the sudden changing tempos are going to have the occasional effect of making him catlike grace it once in a while - he won't completely bite it, but once in a while there are instances of THAT WAS OBVIOUSLY ENTIRELY INTENTIONAL, I UTTERLY MEANT TO DO THAT until he can recover himself. So there's that vindicating her once in a while, for what it's worth.

He'll address her eventually, though (and how the fuck do robots even do that with their legs, christ-).]

Having fun, sweetheart?

[captainobnoxious]

[That thing about robots and their legs? Seriously, this guy is nimble as any scout she's worked with, how the hell. She's impressed.]

Tons, honey. How about you? Nicer having a little music to go with your moves, isn't it?

[as much of a fucking mess as it is]

[ratingspoint]

Much nicer, actually!

[...At least he genuinely doesn't seem to mind.]

[captainobnoxious]

And you're dancing to the best music outside of Dalsnes too! You should consider yourself a pretty lucky person, especially since I'm the one who's playing for you. I'm impressed you can keep up as well as you do though.

[Even if she's enjoyed getting the better of him from time to time his confidence be damned.]

[ratingspoint]

Well, you're talking to the Underground's best!

[That said, though, he'll break for a second, if only because conversation is likewise good right now.]

You ought to play more often - I'd like to hear it.

Music room

[garudynamic]

[Well you can't really see that and NOT stop to watch, though he's pretty sure it'd look less weird with music.

There's something weirdly familiar about it even, but he can't put his finger on what. So he just takes a seat and hangs out, watching curiously]

[ratingspoint]

[It...probably would, yes. I mean, it's not like it's going to stop him any; if anything, the notion that he has an audience now is just encouragement to keep going for a while, because god knows he'll do just about anything if an audience seems interested.

However, he won't be utterly unsociable about it; he'll stop after a bit more of that....that, and while there's no guarantee that he won't be in some weirdass position when he does pause for a second (...robots probably should not bend that way, jesus), he'll address Yosuke eventually.]

Good afternoon, darling!

[garudynamic]

Hey Mettaton. Practicing your routines?

[Holy shit if a human did that they'd break their spine]

[ratingspoint]

[Probably!]

Got it in one! I'd prefer to not get out of practice here.

[garudynamic]

Makes sense, you'll probably be hounded for a come back show as soon as this is over, right?

[ratingspoint]

You'd better believe it. Not that I blame them for wanting one - I have no idea what they're doing for entertainment back home while I'm away.

[garudynamic]

They literally don't have anything else?