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

[goodforsomething]

"Grunkle Stan..."

"...I trust you."


[When Stan wakes up, he could cry for joy.

Maybe he does, even, but by the time he leaves his room for the day all that's left is an obvious, profoundly good mood. He whistles to himself as he makes blueberry pancakes in the kitchen - enough for everybody this time without even prompting. Why the hell not?

Exploration comes later. He can't even really find it in himself to get mad over the washing machines, though a part of him still notes it. The music room doesn't seem to have a karaoke machine, so whatever. After all that talk about music magic, he guesses it's some kinda jab at Caren. He knows that. He didn't even dislike the girl all that much. But it's like the weight of the world is finally, finally off his shoulders. How can he get upset all over again now?

The game room seems like the perfect way to maintain his current high. He pokes around for a little bit, but quickly settles down with a pack of cards at the poker table.]

Hey! You know how to play poker?

Kitchen

[sleepingkogoro]

[Well isn't this something weird. Stan is in good mood the day after a trial. Mouri didn't expect anyone to feel so good so soon]

You seem to be in very high spirits, for some reason. Did something good happen?

[goodforsomething]

Yeah! I guess it did! Not recently, but -

[He shrugs. We probably all know how this shit goes by now.]

[sleepingkogoro]

Oh! A dream. It is about time something good came out of them. I was starting to feel awkward being the only one without traumatizing dreams.

[Just give it time and an object to spark your own future suffering, Mouri. Don't tempt your luck]

What was the dream about?

[goodforsomething]

I just - finished somethin' I'd been workin' on for a while.

[Stan turns his focus to flipping a pancake. That's something he'd never thought of - does it even matter what he tells people now? He never dared to consider what might happen after, not when it all seemed so impossible and far away. If he'd had time right after he got the thing started again he would've had to make some plans, but he ended up here instead...

...maybe he did think about it and he's just forgotten.]

game room

[clubleader]

Of course I do? You looking to gamble?

[ She actually looks excited at the idea of gambling. ]

[goodforsomething]

Of course! [YAY GAMBLING] Shame there's no real money, but we've all got a pile of vending machine junk!

[clubleader]

That's right. I don't have much yet, but I do have a few things.

So, what will you bet?

[goodforsomething]

How about we start with this?

[Stan places a Love Affair Ring on the table.]

Pretty nice, if ya like that kinda thing. [It would never fit on any of his fingers.]

[clubleader]

[ She likes that kind of thing very much actually. She takes a Toy Camera out of her pocket. ]

Then I'll bet this.

[goodforsomething]

Works for me!

[LET'S PLAY POKER]

[clubleader]

Hehe... great. So, have you already shuffled?

game room

[happysweets]

Misa-Misa's okay! If she plays, she'll have to wear a pair of sunglasses first! My eyes are way too expressive, I can't hide my emotions..!

[ aren't you an actress, misa....... ]

[goodforsomething]

Thought you were an actress.

[But she's also a model, so no one said she had to be GOOD at it...]

[happysweets]

I'm still kind of learning, eheh...Misa-Misa only recently started being in dramas and stuff. It's a lot of fun, though!

[goodforsomething]

Sounds like it. I wanted to be an actor for a while when I was a kid! Pretty sure everyone does.

[happysweets]

Misa-Misa wanted to be a mermaid, actually! You would probably make a cool actor, though! There are lots of really good older men who still make it big in the acting business overseas! Like Clint Eastwood!

[goodforsomething]

Haha! Thanks, kid! But I guess I'm pretty much an actor anyway - just for tourists instead of the silver screen.

[happysweets]

What do you mean by that? Are you some kind of a tour guide?

kitchen

[prismbloom]

[ It's a change--but it's a nice one. His mood is almost infectious, even after that dream she'd had. Besides, who can stay down when there are blueberry pancakes? ]

You seem to be in a good mood this morning.

[goodforsomething]

Ha, yeah! I guess I am!

[Stan laughs and flips a flapjack.] You want a pancake?

[prismbloom]

[ Don't mind if she does! Aqua grabs a plate, nodding. ]

I'd love one. Thank you.

[goodforsomething]

Don't sweat it!

[He slides one of the finished pancakes onto her plate.] Blueberry! Probably doesn't even have any of my hair in it!

[HE IS JOKING]

[prismbloom]

[ she can tell, but-- ]

If there were, I'd have to notify the health officials here. Hair in food is a very serious crime.

[goodforsomething]

Add it to the list!

[This place is a hotbed of sin!]