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

[amygdalae]

[Thursday arrives and... Bruce has apparently been busy even before the morning alarm sounds, it seems. Next to the meeting summary at the bulletin board bright and early there is now also a list that has been duct taped up for all to see; and its easy enough to see that this list is also written in Bruce's handwriting. The header reads ITEMS TO GIVE AWAY / TRADE / ETC. and at the bottom is a simple note:]

To request for any of these items, please contact B. Banner.

[For the Face Steak and the amulet listed, he's also kind of... did his best to add a decent sketch of them for easier reference.

Bruce himself can be more or less found at his usual places - the library and the first aid room. He can also be located at room 9 from time to time when he goes back there to take a breather, or the dining hall at meal times to eat food like a normal person.

Some time after dinner however Bruce can actually be found instead at the sewing room, idly glancing through the fabrics that the room has and sort of... separating some of them for some strange reason.]


[OOC: Only the items that have a black list dot mark thing (minus all weapon type things) are the things that he's trading!]

Room 9

[ratingspoint]

[Well, by the time Mettaton finds Bruce after seeing that notice taped up, he...well, he seems very, very amused, let's put it that way.]

You can eat that steak you got, you know.

[amygdalae]

[Having been lying down on the bed, Bruce instantly sits up at the sound of Mettaton's voice, and it takes a moment for him to register what the other is saying.]

Ah. [The steak... yes.] I don't tend to eat meat unless I have to, and it did look rather well-made, so...

[Well made as in the steak was literally modeled well... if that made sense.]

[ratingspoint]

Oh, there's no meat in it! We don't eat meat in the underground, either. Just as a basic way of life.

[...]

Well, that and there's no livestock. But the point is that it's all magic, baby, you don't have to worry about a thing.

[amygdalae]

The meat is made of magic?

[...Bruce needs a moment to compute this, hang on.]

[ratingspoint]

Correct!

[...like it ain't even a thing.]

[amygdalae]

[Mettaton. Please.]

How do you make it... [Just sort of... gestures here kind of helplessly. Even Bruce isn't entirely sure how to phrase what he wants to ask in proper words.] Solid? Digestible?

[#NailedIt]

[ratingspoint]

It's not! Technically, anyway - but not because it's inedible, but because there's no need to digest it in the first place.

[...He has had this conversation a few times in this Vault, and by god, he's gonna have it again.]

The way that human food is processed is so inefficient! Ours is a lot simpler - it doesn't convert into sugars or anything, it just turns directly and completely into energy, as soon as it's eaten.

It's also good for healing injuries if needed. So there's that, too.

[amygdalae]

[Well at least now that Bruce knows he's not going to ask it again... although...]

It's just a difference in biology, I suppose. [He returns with a wry smile. Thinking about it, back that one night when Mettaton was talking about his 'soul'... he can sort of have a better picture now. Since the beings where Mettaton comes from were made of magic and not physical matter, it makes more sense that their food would be the same way.

If it wasn't for this entire situation they were in now, Bruce would have really liked to be able to study this more.]

--healing injuries? [It finally sinks to him after a bit. Was the energy - or magic - in this food that strong?]

[ratingspoint]

Some, yes! We aren't good with illnesses and things like that, but injuries are fixable for most people.

If something happens to my body, it's not as simple as that, but...minor injuries on most monsters are pretty easy.

[amygdalae]

[That was... interesting. If the chance ever presented itself in the right time and manner maybe he could try something with that, but for now its just an idea tucked at the corner of his mind. This situation didn't call the time for his curiosity.]

Are you the only one with a body like this? [Since Mettaton did mention the differences a few times by now, and Bruce can't help but wonder. If all monsters were like how Mettaton described, then why did he choose to inhabit a robot's chassis instead?]

[ratingspoint]

[Well, he doesn't seem to mind the question, at least.]

I am! My cousins have something similar going on, but my personal situation is entirely unique - it's what got my creator so much attention from King Asgore. Why do you ask, darling?

[amygdalae]

[Bruce gives a small shake of his head here.]

Nothing - I was mostly just wondering, since you had mentioned several times how different your body is from the others back where you come from.

[Though its nice to get some actual confirmation this time.]

[ratingspoint]

I don't mind answering questions if you've got them, sweetheart, you know that.

[And he genuinely doesn't; even without the shameless attention whoring, he's kind of accepted that he's the resident oddity.]

[amygdalae]

[A smile here.]

I do appreciate that - although if you do want me to stop at anytime, never hesitate to let me know.

[He doesn't want to stop on any toes or anything.]

[ratingspoint]

Oh, don't worry about that! I'm used to interviews, and it's not as though celebrities get to have many secrets, anyway. I don't mind it at all.

[amygdalae]

[This really isn't anything like an interview, Mettaton, but whatever... floats your boat?? More or less??]

All the same, I just want to let you know there's always a choice to let me know. I don't want to force anything on you.

[ratingspoint]

Well, it's not like I embarrass easily or find it all that awkward, either. So there's that.

[...He literally does not get awkward over almost anything, uh.]

[amygdalae]

[It must be nice to have a literal thick skin.]

I assume that's one of the requirements of being a celebrity anywhere in general.

[ratingspoint]

You've got it, sweetheart! It's not for the faint of heart, that's for sure.

[amygdalae]

No, it certainly isn't.

[Bruce sees enough of celebrity gossip back in is world to understand enough.]

But I am glad you're thriving well on your own end.

sewing room

[devastation]

[Megumi saw the list hanging up earlier, but honestly she hadn't given it much thought. Instead she goes about her day and at some point ends up in the sewing room--there were aprons that Caren-san and her had tried to put together last week before... well. Despite what happened, Megumi's willing to try to see if they can be finished, but Bruce pretty quickly catches her attention when she walks in.]

... Bruce-san? What are you doing?

[amygdalae]

[Oh, somebody's here--

Bruce looks up from what he's doing and smiles once he recognizes who it is.]

Hello, Miss Sakura. [He starts, mild as always, then glances back down to the fabrics he had been separating - he's put them in piles of 'what is more usable' in general, regardless of their variations of terrible colors.] I'm just picking out what I could use to maybe make something for myself, if at all possible.

[Since you know, all he's had are jumpsuits... not that Bruce minds, but it would be nice to have something else once in a while.]

[devastation]

Oh, I see! [Megumi nods in understanding--the jumpsuits certainly would get boring to wear after a while, wouldn't they?]

Would you like any help with that?

[amygdalae]

I wouldn't mind the extra help.

[Two sets of hands are certainly faster than one.]