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

[captainobnoxious]

Aw, I don't think you've got to be good at all when it comes to music! I mean, it sure helps, since no one's going to want to listen to you otherwise, but even someone who's got no skill in it can learn to play at least one thing that reminds them of home.

[Like Mouri. She's teaching Mouri. All that air's going to something good with the flute.

... But that idle plucking's starting to sound like something Mettaton's played before on is ukulele, albeit with a few wrong notes as she works out the sounds.]

Maybe we can celebrate that part at least, since that's what music's good for.

[ratingspoint]

[That's...]

...I've been thinking about it a lot lately. Home, I mean.

[He shrugs a bit; he doesn't sound upset about it or anything, but then, he never really does.]

[captainobnoxious]

[She'll learn the nuances of his word choices one day.]

I think everyone is. Even I'm starting to feel a little homesick, though...

[... though by now, everyone would've gone back to how things were. Remembering how great she was and mourning that they couldn't find her body -- provided that their worlds aren't destroyed, anyway.

Sigrun shakes her head, stopping the sound of the lyre with a hand.]

What about it?