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

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[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

[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.]

[ratingspoint]

[And that's...just going to get something strangely noncommittal out of him, really, a soft assenting noise and not much else.]

[cherryblooded]

[Glad we're super good with our feelings here.

...But no, this isn't really how he wants to spend his potential last day with Mettaton, and both of them do have that risk - blood metaphors aside. He'd rather see Mettaton smile again.]

Do you still have that ukelele?

[ratingspoint]

Of course I do, darling. Why do you ask?

[cherryblooded]

If you aren't busy tonight, when you're done with your letters, do you think you could teach me how to play it?

[It may not be his forte, but it's in here, and Mettaton's clearly adequate enough to pass on the basics.]

[ratingspoint]

[...]

I'm never too busy for you. You know that.

[cherryblooded]

You're too kind to me, my dear.

[Really, he doesn't care too much about ukeleles, except that it lets him spend more time bonding with Mettaton.]

[ratingspoint]

No such thing!

[Come on, Cherryblod, it's fine.]

You can stay in here with me tonight if you'd like, even - I don't mind in the least.

[cherryblooded]

Like a sleepover? [Cherryblod no, Mettaton's too old for that.] I'd love that.