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]

Hmmm. Maybe... I don't know, since I was a kid, maybe. I remember listening to my mom and dad play a lot when they were younger too, and since everyone learns it I just kind of got into it too until I was old enough to start going out on missions and such.

[Which is young, mind, but.]

Even then I'd still practice, mostly with my own awesome stories and the ones of my peers. So a while, I'd guess?

[notjustawriter]

That's pretty interestin'.

[....]

I never learned an instrument or anything like that; never really got the chance. But I inherited my dad's typewriter.

[captainobnoxious]

Is that why you're a writer person? Because you got his writing thing?

[notjustawriter]

Partially.

It was an excuse to start writin' things; my dad was an artist, himself. So I guess it just runs in my family.

[captainobnoxious]

Huh. Kind of like my military thing, but more boring.

[In her frank opinion.]

What kind of things do you write about? Most of the old world stuff's all gone now if we haven't already collected it all -- that is, the Danes have collected it, I don't have any use for anything that's not for survival -- but at the same time I'm not really interested in reading any. I figured I'd ask since it's your life's work.

[notjustawriter]

[That just gets him to smile awkwardly; but he doesn't look offended.]

I'm a novelist, it means I make up stories. Horror, mostly; writin' about the dark side of people's minds and all that. For the longest time, I had these terrible dreams, and I would write about them.

My dad's paintings were about the same things; it's a little eerie, lookin' back at it.