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

[goodforsomething]

[In the morning, Stan decides to vent his frustrations on the punching-yeti in the incinerator room. He ate breakfast first this time, at least, and between punching sessions he opens up the incinerator, turns it on, and burns the peel of the banana he was eating. Along with some random scraps of paper once that's gone. What? It's fun!

Later on, he swings by the vending machine. He's been a lot more dedicated to that since he realized it could spit out his own personal belongings. No such luck today, but he can be found examining a large lantern curiously. He grew up by the coast; he thinks he recognizes the general look of it, even if he's not personally familiar with any particular lighthouses. Weird.

By afternoon, he's in the kitchen. Team dinner's apparently a thing tonight, and while he probably wouldn't have bothered contributing before, he's gotten to like a lotta folks here. It's not like he has anything better to do than cook for a potluck anyway.

Well, "cook" is a strong word. He's clearly just baking a bunch of cookies.]

Vending machine

[isafraid]

[....He was just passing through, and there's no way he can't pass this by.]

What the devil is this supposed to be...?

[goodforsomething]

A big lantern?

[Stan shrugs.]

Looks like one of those lighthouse ones to me.

[isafraid]

You mean the sort they use to guide the boats?

[....]

What the hell was it doing in there?!

[goodforsomething]

Hell if I know.

[Stan inspects it, turning it around in his hands, and then flicks it on.

It is very bright!]

[isafraid]

Bloody hell!

[Stan used Flash! It's super effective!

Speedwagon has covered his eyes, clearly not pleased by this turn of events.]

Give a man a bit of warning!

[goodforsomething]

[Stan stops using Flash! And tries to pretend he did not just blind himself also!]

I didn't think it'd still work!

[isafraid]

[He'd give Stan a look... but he can't see him at the moment. Keep talking, Stan, so he can find you.]

Don't just bloody touch things if you don't understand them! Even I know that!

[goodforsomething]

I understand lanterns just fine.

[He's turning it off, obviously.] At least we know it works!

[isafraid]

[He's rubbing his eyes. Just. Gaaah]

That it does... [groan] Seems if we're ever in need of some extra light, we wont have to look very far.

[...] This... probably means a lighthouse will be missing a torch now.

[goodforsomething]

Ah, don't worry too much about it. They keep an eye on those things - it'll get replaced quick.

[isafraid]

Hope we'll be so lucky. [If a ship crashes somewhere, someone is getting totally fired.]

....Why don't we keep it off for now, then? Can't imagine this torch being able to stay lit for very long, though I'm not much of a sea man anyway.

[goodforsomething]

You'd be surprised. They can't have these things givin' out in the middle of the night!

[Stan pats it.] But yeah, I'm gonna hang onto it. Might be useful sometime!

vending machine

[notjustawriter]

......is that a lighthouse lantern?

[What else could be that big?]

The heck's it doin' in the vending machine?

[goodforsomething]

No idea, but it sure looks like it.

You think it belongs to someone here?

[notjustawriter]

It might.

Unless the Kingmaker is stickin' random objects into the vending machine for fun.

[goodforsomething]

He put vibrators in there.

[notjustawriter]

[ughhh]

Don't remind me.

What a creepy guy.

[goodforsomething]

It's worse the more you think about it.

Like, at some point he must've decided: I'm orderin' a box of vibrators for this thing.

[notjustawriter]

And he had to order ones that look like Japanese dolls, too!

Who the hell does that?

[goodforsomething]

Perverts.

[notjustawriter]

[Sometimes it's the most obvious answer, isn't it...]

He seems a little....

Too serious for that, doesn't he? Maybe he's got some hidden side to him.

[goodforsomething]

What other reason is there? Ya can't kill someone with one of those.

[notjustawriter]

I dunno, you might be able to clock someone over the head if you tried hard enough.

[Gabriel, no.]

[goodforsomething]

I'd take a fryin' pan to someone first. Unless I really hated 'em!

[oh god]