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!]

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[wokeupdead]

[Lynne is having an awful no good very bad day and it shows

Throughout the day she hardly starts a conversation with anyone and it will take some effort to get her to reply with anything more substantial than a wave. She can be found everywhere on all three floors. Saturday night she said she was going to double up her patrol schedule but maybe this is too much? It's definitely restless.

Later in the evening she can be found in the dining room seated with some loose leaf paper strewn about in front of her. It looks like she's trying to write out a timeline but keeps crumpling up the paper.]

dining room

[notjustawriter]

[It's been a while since he's last spoken to Lynne.

Gabriel approaches, looking faintly concerned.]

Anything wrong?

[wokeupdead]

[And she scrunches up the last piece of paper she was writing on in a huff.]

I'm fine.

[She is not fine.]

[notjustawriter]

You don't have to tell me your dark secrets or anything like that.

[He doesn't buy it, sorry, Lynne.]

[wokeupdead]

[grumble grumble.

Until suddenly she heaves a sigh. She doesn't like herself acting like a rude child so...]

I'm trying to work out a timeline. It's not making any sense so I'm annoyed.

[notjustawriter]

What do you mean it's not making sense?

Too many holes in what you're remembering?

[wokeupdead]

...That's right. What I remember and what he said just don't match up.

[Who the heck is he, Lynne?]

[notjustawriter]

"He"?

[Gabriel's being Mr. Nosy again, but he can't really help it.]

[wokeupdead]

Sissel. The man from my dreams. But I want to trust him too.

[Wording makes it pretty clear she definitely didn't know him from before those weird memory like dreams.]

[notjustawriter]

He told you somethin' that doesn't add up?

Maybe it's just a matter of not having enough to go by.

[wokeupdead]

[Another sigh as she shakes her head, no.]

It was something else I was unclear on. Something I was unclear on since I got here.

It looks like memory problems are pretty common for me, huh?

[A small little smile. It's why she's so willing to believe these dreams are real in the first place.]

[notjustawriter]

It sure seems that way.

The dreams I've had, I can't say they've been useful so far, but whatever they are, they're something. Probably best if we all keep 'em in mind.

[wokeupdead]

With so little else going on it's hard to think about anything else. [That isn't, you know, murders.] This place is just crawling with mysteries.

Everywhere

[goodforsomething]

[Okay, Stan's been wandering around a bit today too, but the amount of times and places he's seen Lynne are getting to be unnerving. Finally, on the second floor, he stops her.]

Geeeeez, kid, you wanna sit down or somethin'?

[wokeupdead]

[NO? She is good. This is helping. Except she does stop for a second at that.]

I'm checking out all the new rooms. Everyone else is too.

[But they are also actually looking around one and taking breaks.]

[goodforsomething]

You're runnin' around like a chicken with your head cut off.

[wokeupdead]

[NO???? Okay, she is. Lynne tucks her hands deep into her jumpsuit pockets. Look, she is standing still.]

Just restless is all. I need to find a way out.

[goodforsomething]

Well, you got any leads so far?

[Because rushing around like that doesn't seem conducive to finding any.]

[wokeupdead]

Well- no.

[UGH... sigh.]

This place is as solid concrete as the first day we showed up.

[goodforsomething]

Yeah, no kiddin'. We oughta just pick a wall and start takin' sledgehammers to it.

[NOT REALLY but maybe at some point]

[wokeupdead]

[Yeah, cause that worked out so well for the FIRST PERSON who tried that. Lynne kicks the wall, although not hard enough to hurt herself.]

I'd help with that. Even if it didn't work it would at least be fun.

[or tire her out until she can't be stressed.]

[goodforsomething]

Long as it ain't load-bearing, kid.

[okay stan stop encouraging violence as an answer to stress]

[wokeupdead]

Is there anyway to tell considering we can't see the steel beams?

[SHE'S ACTUALLY CONSIDERING IT.]

[goodforsomething]

I dunno...maybe just where it is?

[HE DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ARCHITECTURE DO NOT TAKE HIS ADVICE]

[wokeupdead]

[TOO LATE. SHE'S GONNA HIT THINGS TO FEEL BETTER. THANKS, STAN.]

This place seems pretty sturdy maybe I can just wing it?