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]

[...While we're all here, might as well ask.]

Well. I don't suppose everyone had weird dreams again, did you?

[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod clears his throat.]

Dreamed I lost a fight to a demon, and only narrowly managed not to be killed.

Wasn't exactly a fun dream.

[ratingspoint]

Well, that's upsetting.

[...Mettaton. Buddy.]

Did it feel like the dreams we were all having last week? Overly realistic.

[goodforsomething]

I dreamed that I...finished somethin' I've been workin' on for a while.

[Stan is somewhat uncharacteristically quiet and thoughtful for a moment.]

...I've dreamed about it before, but not like that.

[ratingspoint]

What was different this time around?

[amygdalae]

[...well everyone pretty much heard what he said to Caren back down there, so.]

Mine was... it was a continuation of the previous one from last week, I believe.

[Everything seemed to click in there, anyway.]

[isafraid]

[Speedwagon's head tilts a bit.]

I figured it would get brought up eventually. I dreamed I was in the same place as the last dream, though I couldn't call it a disaster yet. Seems I was confronting this menacing bloke with Mister Joestar.

[...Hm?]

Mister Joestar...

[ratingspoint]

...What about him?

[notjustawriter]

I did.

My dream last night made a little more sense than the one I had last week, but not by much.

[captainobnoxious]

I learned what gave me those stitches I came with.

[It was fucking awesome.]

We'd decided on a new place to camp after our scout led us to a snow drift we couldn't burn through, checked out some building a braidy guy claimed had weird ghosts in it, and I protected that same guy -- who was non-immune -- from a little troll about the size of my head.

It sure hurt like hell too, and honestly I'm on board with the whole memories thing that was talked about last week.

[bloodisthicker]

...well, that... would probably settle it, I suppose. Though, given that I haven't remembered anything to explain the burn scar on my arm that I woke up with, I have to wonder just how long of a span of time we're missing here.

[penduli]

Just my mother and father telling me to take care of White before they... [ ... ] they disappeared into the barrier that was being formed to prevent New York City from completely falling into the sinkhole.

...I think. Their names are on the Caster Memorial in Central Park--that's for Casters who lost their lives saving the city from total destruction are, so it's not a hard deduction to make.

[garudynamic]

I died.

But I got better? It was really weird. We fought a god.

[ratingspoint]

[...]

Whatever dreams you're having, I want some of yours.

[bloodisthicker]

...I'm with Mettaton here, because that would be an ego booster like nothing else.

[sleepingkogoro]

My dream showed to be as mundane as usual. Many cases more remembered, culprits caught, pretty normal stuff.

...the only noteworthy thing to report is that I seem to have gained a fan of sorts, a new student in my daughter's class who is starting to come to my office very often. It doesn't seem like he is important, other than he is terribly clumsy and wants to play second banana to me.

[Mouri is pretty much non concerned about his dreams. As far as he knows and sees, there's nothing to suspect.

Ignorance is bliss]

[prismbloom]

[ .... ]

I did have another dream. Someone I cared deeply about apparently took the life of my master.

I'm still not convinced he did--even if it was just a dream.

[happysweets]

Some parts of the one I had didn't make sense. I wish I could say more, but...

Misa-Misa...was at a job interview, with the Yotsuba Corporation. They're a big business association, and they were looking for a new spokesperson...and while I was there, I met with a friend on my way to the restroom. But I didn't recognize my friend, even though I should have...so we were reacquainted, and she told me some...interesting information about the Kira case.

[ That's...probably the best way to put it without getting too much into specifics. ]

[goingdigital]

Yeah, it kinda cutoff halfway through though.

[Regardless of that.]

Basically my partner came back to protect me.

[bloodisthicker]

Mine was effectively the logical next step from my last one --- that is, I helped someone overcome her doubts and gained a powerful ally. All and all, it was pretty pleasant, actually.

[isafraid]

[Staring a bit...]

Glad to hear how one of us hasn't had a terrible dream.

[devastation]

Um... well, I dreamed about getting my hair cut this time...

[...riveting, isn't it]

[pokexplorer]

[Having remained quiet through the whole deep secrets discussion, Colress is more than happy to pipe up for the dream chat.]

Mine also seemed to be a continuation of the previous week's. After the tournament I mentioned, I apparently attempted to talk some young trainers out of confronting a dangerous organization that had their ship docked south of the tournament grounds. They had no idea what they were going to be faced with, just waltzing over to where they could easily be outnumbered. It was utterly senseless.

[Profile dislike namedrop!]

...They did not listen to me, naturally.

[neverafters]

The King... had to wall up his kingdom. Something must have been... bad.

[ For a split second, he also seems to... grow a small, second head during his low tone, similar to the picture used for his profile. But it's gone in the next moment--did you imagine that? Predictably, he'll be dodging inquiries about it. ]

[wokeupdead]

I had another dream.

[AND BOY DOES SHE SOUND UNHAPPY ABOUT IT.]

It felt extremely realistic just like last week.