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

[amygdalae]

I suppose I've just gotten used to them.

[The wryness is only more apparent now.]

I do wonder why I was one of the only ones who woke up already dressed like this, though. [A lot of other people were in their own clothes.]

[cherryblooded]

...Maybe the Kingmaker didn't like whatever it was you were wearing when he brought you here? Or it was indecent.

[amygdalae]

[...well considering his circumstances, Bruce can't really dismiss that possibility.

Then that raised another question: exactly when and where did the Kingmaker take him, in a manner of speaking.]

It's a strange thing to harp on, considering... well, everything else.

[cherryblooded]

He's a strange person. So that doesn't rule anything out.

[amygdalae]

I suppose it doesn't.

[It's probably going to eat at Bruce for a while, though.]

[cherryblooded]

...That's right, after what Aiden said, I was going to try to barter with him with some brownies. But I'm not sure for what yet - do you have any ideas?

[amygdalae]

[...........can the Kingmaker even be bartered with baking treats?]

Ah--something useful for everyone?

[It's the first thing on his mind, sorry.]

[cherryblooded]

[Apparently he has a sweet tooth.]

Which would be... what, exactly? We have enough food.

[amygdalae]

[It still seems like a really big leap......]

I... don't know. [And he certainly sounds as lost, too.] We could ask everyone else what they think?

[cherryblooded]

I'll ask around before I make an offer.

[amygdalae]

It's probably best to get everyone's opinion at least.

[Kind of like a petition, he supposes.]

[cherryblooded]

At least Stan already has us covered on alcohol.

[amygdalae]

That's one concern taken care of.

[Not that Bruce is probably ever going to touch that.]

[cherryblooded]

Do you drink much? I do on occasion, but usually it's to celebrate.

[Not much celebrating here.]

[amygdalae]

No, I've never drunk.

[He manages a smile here, but its sort of forced.

...its complicated.]

[cherryblooded]

Good reason not to start. You can have a good time without it.

[amygdalae]

I appreciate the advice.

[cherryblooded]

Not doing my job if I don't give advice to the younger generations.

[amygdalae]

You're doing a pretty good job of it right now, I would say.

[cherryblooded]

Thank you, thank you. Means a lot to me.

[amygdalae]

That's good to know.

[cherryblooded]

...suppose I wouldn't mind having a few more tokens from home.

[amygdalae]

That would be nice.

[...Bruce doesn't really have anything he would consider valuable, since he already had to put them all behind him long ago, so.]

[cherryblooded]

A picture of my daughter would be lovely - my art doesn't do her justice.

[amygdalae]

Perhaps the vending machine might have it.