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

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[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]

[A nod.]

We are in the same room - and I'll be in the night patrol either way, so I can always be with you when you need it.

[...did others know they were in the same room? No? WELL NOW THEY KNOW.]

[captainobnoxious]

[........]

Well, you do you, doc. Whatever floats your boat.

[amygdalae]

[What are you even getting at, Sigrun.]

He feels better with company.

[Enter: possibly the most oblivious man in the Vault right now.]

[neverafters]

Yes, The King doesn't need to poke anyone else in the evening now when he needs something! It makes him glad.

[ Let's go ahead and make this sound even more #Implications! ]

[sleepingkogoro]

Uuuh...

[Well this sure is a little bit awkward]

This is something the both of you agreed to while being in sound mind, right? Not after trying some of Pines-san's whiskey, right?

[Mouri sure is scooting away from Bruce right now]

[amygdalae]

[...? What is wrong with you people.]

I don't drink, Detective.