trusthell | Week 3.

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.

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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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I suspected that much. [He smiles a bit, though it quickly fades away.]

...If you're looking for someone to talk to, Speedwagon's likely not the worst choice.

[Besides... the Kingmaker? Maybe others?]

Mm... [The Kingmaker probably would be the worst choice.]

Wouldn't mind talking, but maybe not necessarily about what's making me upset.

...If that's what you're really needing.

[he can roll with it.]

Just know if you need a bloke to listen to, I like to think I'm not the worst sort right now.

I appreciate it. I just don't think I'm ready to talk about it with everyone right now.

How are you holding up?

Good thing then that i'm not one of those men that'd shake things outta ya. [And he certainly wouldn't do that to Shrimpdad, even with something clearly bothering him.

why would you even say that, speedweed.]

I figure I'm doing about as well as the rest of the currently alive group. [His smile fades. And his normally soft voice gets lower.] I've been thinking about this place, and the dreams we've been getting since waking up here.

[...it's true that no matter how bad they have it, they're alive, at least.]

Come to any conclusions? Or just thinking?

Bit of both. [He notes, trailing off.]

...Feels a bit crazy, saying it aloud, but after everything's been happening so much I'd wager that doesn't matter much anymore.

[He hasn't said it yet, which is why he does...]

Seeing as the dreams feel an awful lot like memories we've never had, I'd give a wager that they're not dreams at all by this point.

...I agree with you. If I haven't actually been poisoned, then I would need some other explanation for why I feel so weak compared to my usual self. The dreams seem as likely a reason as any.

[Not one he likes, but a probable one.]

Poisoned? [Well that's a new bit of info. Just who would possibly want to poison shrimpdad?]

Wait... so just what is your usual self supposed to be?

Me? A homemaker. Just one that's a bit stronger than I am now, that's all.

[hmm.] Sounds like you're selling yourself a bit short, if you're really feeling weaker then before. Can't say I feel any different myself, besides a few missing posessions.

Anything important?

[Let's not talk about him.]

[He brings a hand up, lightly tapping a fingers against his top hat.]

Since I've woken up here, this hat's been the only one I've had. It's not even mine! I'd much rather have my chapeau with me then this fancy thing.

Looks good on you, though. Is the other one sentimental?

[He's definitely not expecting its actual use...]

A bit more then that, but that's not to say the old derby didn't have some sentimental value.

[How much feeling can one man have about a hat like that?]

You think so? Truth be told, I've been thinking of just handing it off to someone else.

[People name their guns, they can have sentiment over razor hats.]

If that's what you'd prefer. But I think it suits you.

[Why isn't he used to getting these compliments from people, what's wrong with him.

Speedwagon just sort of nods at first but it builds up, and he finally smiles.]

I suppose it is a rather fancy looking thing. I'm just not sure if it suits someone of my ilk.

You'd be surprised. I know plenty of cruder people with fancier clothes than that.

[right.... The whole age thing...]

I suppose fashion could be different underwater...

[He drifts into noticeable silence for a moment. It's brief, but it's there.]

So, you're really okay?