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

[cherryblooded]

[That went... badly. And yesterday went even worse.

Cherryblod is visibly in poor spirits throughout all of Monday. He spends much of the time after the meeting in the kitchen, aggressively baking - today's menu seems to be mostly brownies. Have some if you like.

He also spends time in the art room, drawing sea life as well as pictures of humanoids. Mostly his daughter, in that case. His art is okay, but nothing to write home about - it gets the impression across.

Finally, he spends much of the evening in the music hall, messing with the piano. It's clear that he really doesn't know how to play it, judging by the way that he's plucking out random notes, but it's something to do with his hands, and something to do with his brain other than reflect.]

Art Room

[goodforsomething]

[Stan, on the other hand, has been visibly pleased with himself since Sunday! At least someone is happy!

As such, he's not occupying himself quite as much with his punching-bag yeti. He wanders into the art room with the vague thought of doing something else, and pauses to look over Cherryblod's shoulder.]

Is that your kid?

[cherryblooded]

[At least someone here is.]

That's my Lobco.

[He doesn't seem as excited about showing her picture off as he normally would be, but he does smile a little bit.]

[goodforsomething]

Hm. [Stan's certainly not riding high enough to not notice that.] She's cute.

[...okay, normally he's not really here to chat about feelings with people. But y'know...bein' locked in a murder vault is pretty different from normal.]

You okay?

[cherryblooded]

Just fine.

[It's an automatic reaction, and he doesn't even think about saying it, which is why a second later, he adds:] ...Maybe not.

art room

[isafraid]

[The meeting was... a meeting alright. Speedwagon couldn't bring himself to say just how much good had come of it yet. They seemed to be on the right track, at least, with a few bumps in the road. Whatever those meant...

He stops in the art room for once, noticing Cherryblod hard at work, and it's only when he gets closer that he sees what he's working on.]

...Drawing your family, then?

[cherryblooded]

That's right.

[His smile is weak, but at least it's a smile.]

This is my daughter, Lobco.

[isafraid]

Lobco... right, you made mention of her once. [He nods.] Well, she has your looks, I can say that.

[And only partly the looks of a lobster. But that's... besides the point.]

Are you alright?

music hall

[ratingspoint]

[Mettaton will find himself in here eventually, largely because he just sort of...keeps finding himself in here; it's good to have something familiar, and this is as close to familiar as it's getting for the time being.

He doesn't seem troubled at seeing Cherryblod in here, but it's enough to get him to draw up a bit short; he shakes it off quickly enough, though, even if he's a bit quieter than he usually is when he approaches.]

...Hello, darling.

[It doesn't sound any less affectionate than it usually does.]

[cherryblooded]

[That's good. He'd feel even worse if Mettaton treated him coldly, and he doesn't need that right now.]

Hello, dear.

[...After a few more random notes, he stops entirely. Serious conversation time.]

I'm sorry about earlier.

[ratingspoint]

[That...surprisingly gets a light laugh out of him, though it's a little dry.]

Well, I came over to say the same thing, and now one of us is going to have to change.

Kitchen

[pokexplorer]

[After the meeting, Colress returns to the kitchen to get one last cup of coffee for the day. Fancy seeing Cherryblod there too! It's also not very hard to notice the smell of brownies...]

Ah, did you make all of these, Cherryblod? They smell wonderful.

[cherryblooded]

[A nod. It's hard to dislike the smell of warm brownies.]

Take as many as you like.

[pokexplorer]

Thank you.

[And he'll do just that after he gets a fresh pot of coffee going. But as he picks up a brownie, he considers the vibe that Cherryblod's giving off at the moment. It's...not quite like himself.]

Is everything all right? ...are you still thinking about your dream?

[Demons definitely don't sound fun...whatever demons are.]

kitchen

[capyper]

[ ... He's already shoved a brownie in his mouth before he comments on the presence of brownies. ]

Wow, so many of you like to bake, huh? These are delicious! But I'm worried I'm gonna have gained weight by the time I'm out of here, and then my spry image will be ruined!

[ He's obviously joking about that, though. Give him all the desserts, man. ]

[cherryblooded]

[Of course he has. Naturally.]

That's easily solved, you know. You don't even need divine powers to lose weight.

[capyper]

That's true! I'm usually moving around a lot... although here, not so much. Although, I guess it won't be that big a deal... normally, I don't even actually digest stuff. [ SHRUGS... Gods don't need to use the bathroom in Noragami, as weird as that is. ] It's nice of you guys to do stuff like that, though! I dunno about everybody else, but it sure keeps my morale up.

[ How is a god like a college student? They're both easily appeased by free food, apparently. ]

Music room

[garudynamic]

[He noticed that Cherry seemed down. What with the crazed baking. So when he sees him alone in the music room he peeks his head in cautiously]

Hey. Want company?

[cherryblooded]

[Yosuke gets a weak smile. Yosuke's one of his favorite people here, so-]

If you don't mind, I'd love your company.

[garudynamic]

[He trots on in, ploping on the piano bench as well]

Pretty fancy set up, huh?

art room

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel notices Cherryblod's mood immediately, but he still peeks over his shoulder anyway.]

Drawin' anyone you know?

Re: art room

[cherryblooded]

My daughter.

[He points out one of the better pictures of Lobco.]

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel can't draw at all, therefore:]

I bet she's really pretty in person.

music hall

[psychoh]

... [it's actually a little funny to him, seeing him just picking away at the keys. he jams his hands in his pockets and walks towards him.]

You, uh, you don't play, do you?

[cherryblooded]

Not at all.

[There's no point trying to deny it.]

But it's something to do.