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trusthell2016-03-13 12:39 pm
trustharder) wrote in trusthell2016-03-13 12:39 pm
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. |
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!]
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...and he's no closer to figuring out a solution to tomorrow's problem than he was than he was on Tuesday. This is a problem, because he'll be damned if he lets the Kingmaker win this one.
So... time for the desperation move, then. He's... going to go up to the upstairs laundry room, sign out some of the tools, and then spend some time... looking at the elevator doors.
...better men than him have probably stared at this thing and been unable to tell what the fuck, so he's not even sure where to stick a screwdriver. He gets more and more frustrated until finally, he just...
...he just fills a bucket with water and throws it at the elevator door in the hopes that doing something vaguely waterbender-y will make him feel better. It doesn't. Especially not when he realizes that this is probably some kind of hazard and he has to clean it up, so... he'll... tape a sign to the elevator door that says CAUTION: WET FLOOR and then go about cleaning that up.
...after that he goes to the library to... actually sit down and read. He's picked up a Yostodeskvy novel entitled Dispatches from Underneath, and while he doesn't seem to be enjoying it, he feels... focused, actually. At least, comparatively. ...it's better than thinking about the actual crisis at hand, anyway, even if the second half of this is chock full of secondhand embarrassment.
The day goes by. He still can't think of anything. He puts together some of the leftover stir fry for dinner and eats in the kitchen, where he... kind of glances at the kitchen knives every so often. He has the smartphone with him for once, too, and he also keeps glancing at that...
...well, night comes around and all the knives have been left in the kitchen (by him, anyway). He doesn't go to his room right at nightfall but instead kind of walks a circuit of all the floors before doing so. It can't really be called patrolling, though... maybe it can be called "an aimless attempt to feel like you're doing something when you have no resources and are effectively powerless."
He'd felt so nice about dreaming (remembering?) that he'd gotten the Avatar on his side at the beginning of the week, and now it just felt like an insult. Maybe... he could just stare at the ceiling and then come up with some last ditch attempt at doing anything. Until then, though... yeah, he's just gonna walk that circuit, get back to his room, and then shut the door.]
night
Hey... you too?
[no real need to explain what they're both doing]
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I'd be a hypocrite if I got on your case for patrolling alone, wouldn't I.
[it always feels so weird, being self-aware...]
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[And indeed he looks exhausted, but still as jittery and toe tapping as always]
I feel like a rabbit or something.
[...that's not a non sequitur, honest]
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[...he could connect the dots there...]
Although... maybe it's more like a herd animal than a rabbit, here. You could die at any time, or anyone you know could die... and there's not really much you can do to stop it.
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[Warren, Yosuke. But A for effort]
Anyways, these other rabbits were fat and happy all the time. But it was because a farmer fed them and shot any predators... and once and awhile one of them would just get caught in a snare and taken away. And they didn't even care... because they couldn't stop it, and hey, they got free food and someone only died once and awhile...
I dunno, that's kinda how I feel here. Like every time someone gets taken away we'll start caring less and less. And it's only been twice.
[Yu gave him that book. Said he might like it. Goddamn it]
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[...LIKE, ON TOP OF THE SHITSHOW HIS CHILDHOOD ALREADY WAS]
It is an accurate analogy for our situation, but... I don't know. Is there a difference between "grim acceptance of a harsh reality" and "not caring?"
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Having no such luck with the doors, mister Tarrlok?
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[He... kneels a bit to start toweling off the floor...]
In my defense, it felt more productive than doing nothing at the time.
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...Figure if any of it got through, then we could take that for meaning the door's not as tight-lipped as we thought. If that's your idea, then it was worth a try.
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[He vaguely remembers you saying something about it.
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...possible, not guaranteed, mind.
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So, you're saying you could use this skill to freeze water solid? Pardon me, but how does a man come about learning such a skill?
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...I mean, certainly, you need to learn how to control it rather than just kind of aimlessly flinging water or dirt or fire around, but people generally figure out that they're benders roughly a bit after they can walk and form sentences that are in the general area of coherent.
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Speedwagon suddenly finds himself struck with an odd and unexplainable sense of deja vu.]
So- hang on, you're saying you can control the elements in your world like it's nothing then?
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But benders can also only bend one of the four elements, either fire, air, water, or earth. There's one person who can bend all four, but she's... kind of a special case.
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One person? well I can't say that doesn't sound like a lot of responsibility to bear.
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[...GENERAL SHRUG AT THIS WHOLE SITUATION...]
Oh, well, it certainly is. It's not just being able to bend all four elements, after all --- it's also serving as a balancing force between the nations and being an intermediary with spirits.
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Nations and spirits? You're telling me that, on top of all that your world's got, you have to contend with the spirits around you? [He's... not too surprised.] Guess I shouldn't be surprised, after all we've all seen what mermaids and vampires really are.
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...
Standard world, I suppose. Of course, they do cause problems every so often, so having someone who knows what they're doing around spirits is a good thing.
kitchen
Hello.
[He says it as mildly as he can, even managing a smile once he's close enough.]
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Good evening, Bruce. Have you had dinner yet? I think there's still some leftovers from the party in the refrigerator.
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[He'll just... put down his teacup in the sink first before going to the refrigerator to get out said leftovers.]
What about you?