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

[isafraid]

[ Look alive, master Joestar. He's trying to lure you in, like as not.

This week has been a mixed bag so far. The motive and the dreams have got Speedwagon thinking about things he might not have considered, once upon a time. It's noticeable even in the morning, where he's awake and around sometime after the alarms. You'll be able to find him in the morning in the dining hall. He'll be there for a while, munching inattentively on something from the kitchen as he scribbles notes onto a sheet of paper. His penmanship is generally chicken scratch, but there's a few repeating things there, mostly two names:

Jonathan Joestar and Dio Brando.

Later, he could be found in the laundry room with a bushel of clothes, examining the instructions someone so thankfully left out for the less technologically inclined. It's quite frankly boring work, but at least he'd had enough incentive to grab a book from the library and flip through it while he waits. ]

Dining Hall

[sleepingkogoro]

[Mouri came into the dining hall, ready to start his usual routine. Hey there, Speedwagon. Mouri subtly peeks at the notes, skimming them]

Excuse me, what are you writing?

[isafraid]

[He glances upward, not fully understanding why Mouri would be interested in this until it clicks. Right. He's a detective.]

And a fine how-do-you-do to you to, mister detective. [He's not mad, just... tired. It's been a long week.]

Last night got me thinking about stuff. Thought I might start getting all of those thoughts down on paper while I'm here, in case I need to piece them together elsewhere. course, most of it's dream things, and how much can you take from them?

[sleepingkogoro]

Oh, the dreams. That seems like a sensible decision. Good job.

[Mouri at least isn't going to pry any further without Speedwagon's authorization. Dreams are...kind of private, especially if they end being as ugly as Megumi's or as life changing as Yosuke's.

Hey, being considerate isn't so hard!]

I have been making my own notes too, but they are more about the people here and my theories about this situation. I don't think I should reveal anything yet, but I have been writing all that in case...

...in case something ever happens to me, as unlikely as that is.

[isafraid]

I thought it was an excellent idea myself. [There's only so much sitting around and moping on the subject one can do before they have to take their thoughts to a quill and ink... nd since neither of those are around here, he had to learn how to use pencils.

He appreciates the consideration, though, certainly enough that he isn't closing up from Mouri.]

Hmm. I get it. [He gives a grave nod.] It would cause quite the stir if one of our detectives met their end without so much as a helpful letter. It's a wise move, I'll say.

dining hall

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel is totally the type to snoop for no reason in particular. For that reason, seeing someone scribbling something onto a piece of paper is like a searchlight telling him to investigate.]

You have a lot on your mind, I take it?

[isafraid]

[Aren't we all snoopers by this point? That said, it's not like Speedwagon wasn't expected a little thing like this to draw the attention of some. Clearly some would get more curious then others.

He glances up to find Gabriel there, immediately setting his pencil down.]

I'd suppose it's right to say everyone does, after this long, right?

[notjustawriter]

It's a reasonable enough assumption, innit?

[isafraid]

Mhmm. [nodnod]

...Thought I'd start putting some of those thoughts to paper. Might help me keep myself a bit more organized.

[notjustawriter]

I should probably start to do the same.

You never know, with these dreams, if we're rememberin' things out of order or not.

[isafraid]

Or if we're remembering thing at all! Some things feel just too ridiculous to be real, don't they?

[Tap tap goes the pencil against the paper. Speedwagon was already thinking something over, from the way his brow knit so interestingly.]

If we are... then I believe I remembered something out of order.

[notjustawriter]

Remembering things out of order....

What makes you think it's happening to you?

[isafraid]

[He looks up from his notes.]

Simplely put: I was in the same area in my other dream, cept it was falling apart at the time and crawling with monsters. Just felt like it was from before that, really.

[notjustawriter]

[Huh.]

...That does sound like you're rememberin' things out of order. Strange.

laundry room

[amygdalae]

Do you need any help?

[Bruce really was just passing by, but he had noticed Speedwagon looking at the instructions that Cherryblod had put up, so. Never hurts to ask, right?]

[isafraid]

[Thank you again, Cherryblod.]

Hmm, not looking for any, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to have some. Not every day I've gotten the pleasure to use a laundry machine.

[Like all you future folks.]

[amygdalae]

[If it helps any, Bruce probably hasn't been able to use one for a while as well.]

Just point me to what you need and I'll do my best to help where I can.

[isafraid]

[He gestures vaguely to the main controls of the washing machine.]

As I'm lead to believe, there's supposed to be something I can use to turn this on.

[amygdalae]

[Bruce takes a moment to study said controls of said washing machine, and then he points out where the power button is.]

--here. Just press this after you've put in your clothes and set the relevant settings for what you're washing.

[isafraid]

[Speedwagon earnestly follows Bruce's investigation of the washing machine, and he seems glad when the problem has been absolved.]

Thank you, that was what I was guessing.

[...He'll start loading things in then.]

...Don't rightly know if I'd take this over the washing tubs just yet.

[amygdalae]

[If Speedwagon doesn't mind, Bruce will help him with that...]

The tubs are good for their own purposes too. The machines are just generally faster if you want a generic wash.

[isafraid]

[He's got it! gosh mom...]

That's the point of a machine, isn't it? Making things easier on ya. A horseless carriage doesn't need poor horses to pull it around everywhere.

[amygdalae]

[Aqua is the Team Mom here, not him.]

Yes, more or less. [Smiles.] By my time there have been a lot of technological advances to help improve the general quality of life.

Laundry Room

[neverafters]

What is The Sensitive reading?

[ Yes, he's still calling you that, sorry Speedwagon. ]

[isafraid]

[Which is why it takes Speedwagon a moment before he realizes who's being spoken to. Whoops.]

Oh, your majesty. Hello. [sup]

Just a book I snatched from the library. It turns out I actually found an interesting mystery.