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!]

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[ratingspoint]

[Last night was fun, wasn't it? Mettaton did have a good time there, not even gonna lie, but it seems that now that he's wound down and had most of the night to himself, things are back to being...well, the Vault. And the Vault hasn't been very nice to everyone lately.

While he'll be around in general here and there from time to time, it seems that Mettaton is spending most of his day today in the music room; the activities he's doing seem reasonably normal, if you catch him early enough – he's pacing around on the stage, doing vocal drills that sound like the melody present here, all brief staccato nonsyllables accompanied with a vague fluttering of his left hand at his side following the rises and falls of the notes – though as time wears on it seems more...well, mechanical, no pun intended. The sort of thing he's doing because the action is familiar and the music is likewise familiar, but he's pretty obviously mentally checked out and just going through the motions while his mind is elsewhere.

He won't leave even when he stops doing that altogether; he'll wander over to the piano again eventually, going back to banging out the thing he was working out earlier in the week – he seems a lot more aggressive about it today, coming down hard on the keys so roughly it sounds like he's probably going to break something (whether it's the piano or the mechanisms in his joints that are going to give first, it's a bit hard to say). He has enough control to not actually break something, but just the same, there's some definite...something there that he's trying to work out, hell if anyone knows what it is. Arguably he doesn't know what it is. It's just one of those days, seems like.

Otherwise, he'll be spending time in Room 13 again, door open as usual; he's sitting on the bed, curled up idly with one of those sketchbooks opened – he's not drawing anything, though, the strokes aren't right for that. Looks like he's writing letters again.]

it's the three thousand threads with Mettaton and Cherryblod show - room 13

[cherryblooded]

May I come in- right, I'm allowed to just walk in...

[Give him partial credit for stepping inside after asking. He's learning.]

Letters again? Or diaries this time?

[ratingspoint]

You were right the first time.

[Letters again.

That said, he doesn't mind the company, so yes. Partial credit given!]

Everything all right, darling?

[cherryblooded]

As good as it gets, around here.

[Which isn't all that great. Considering the impending death, and all.]

And you?

[ratingspoint]

I'm doing fine - writing things down helps sometimes, even if the person you're writing to isn't going to read it.

[...yeah.]

You're not bothered by yesterday, are you?

[The whole...questions thing got kind of weird at one point.]

[cherryblooded]

[It sure did.]

No, not really. Though I guess I didn't take you for the type.

[ratingspoint]

Well, you did say you wanted the honest answer.

[cherryblooded]

I'm glad you gave it to me, I was just surprised.

It doesn't really change anything.

[Mettaton is Mettaton, and practically family, no matter what he says.]

[ratingspoint]

I actually don't see why it was so surprising - but I'm glad that you're all right with things as they are. I really am enjoying your company and everything!

[...dude.]

[cherryblooded]

And you've been good to me, my dear. If our relationship stays this way, I'm happy with that.

...But you're still on for adoption after this is over, I hope you realize.

[ratingspoint]

Oh, I know I am - I know better than to try to discourage anything like that, and besides, I don't really want to discourage it in the first place.

[cherryblooded]

Good, good, just so we're clear.

[So apparently this is all working out for everybody just fine?

...well, almost just fine. His smile fades.]

Seems like we might be going the random route.

[ratingspoint]

[Ah, that...right.]

It seems that way.

[cherryblooded]

One out of twenty-three isn't a high chance. But it's high enough that I'd like to be at least a little prepared.

Can I ask you a favor?

[ratingspoint]

Of course, darling. What is it?

[cherryblooded]

If it does turn out to be me. Could you try your best to keep the rest of us from giving up hope? You're good at that - at making people smile, and forget for a moment the kind of situation they're in.

...That's really all I could ever ask of you.

[ratingspoint]

[He's quiet for a moment at that; he doesn't seem altogether sure what to do with it, so he just...goes back to his writing.]

You can ask me all you want, but you don't have to worry about that, because it isn't going to be you.

[cherryblooded]

That so, hm.

[Mettaton, no, someday you might have to be emotionally competent...]

[ratingspoint]

[He's very good at pretending emotional stimuli simply aren't there, you know.]

I'm sure of it.

[cherryblooded]

Well. I'm glad to hear that. And I'm glad to know you aren't dying, either.

[He really would rather not die, and Mettaton's not allowed to.]

music room

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel stands in the doorway, listening for a long time.

He doesn't really want to interrupt, but he also doesn't want to stand there being awkward forever so he waits until there's a pause long enough to speak up.]

You play very well. We've got a lotta musicians here.

[ratingspoint]

We do! It's fantastic.

[He'll let up on what he's doing, though, rather than just cycling back into the pattern; he's smiling a bit when he turns to look over there.]

Did you want to play for a while, or...?

[notjustawriter]

Oh, no, nothin' like that; I don't have much talent for music.

I wouldn't mind listening, though, if you don't mind.

[ratingspoint]

Well...instruments aren't my strong suit, but I'll play for a while, if you'd like! As long as you don't mind a bit of experimenting, anyway.

[Just...let him consider for a second, okay - in the meantime, though...]

And how are you holding up, darling?

[notjustawriter]

Experimenting is fine.

[....]

I'm as fine as I can be, I guess, given the circumstances.

[With the whole death thing hanging over their heads.]