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

[isafraid]

[He brings a hand up, lightly tapping a fingers against his top hat.]

Since I've woken up here, this hat's been the only one I've had. It's not even mine! I'd much rather have my chapeau with me then this fancy thing.

[cherryblooded]

Looks good on you, though. Is the other one sentimental?

[He's definitely not expecting its actual use...]

[isafraid]

A bit more then that, but that's not to say the old derby didn't have some sentimental value.

[How much feeling can one man have about a hat like that?]

You think so? Truth be told, I've been thinking of just handing it off to someone else.

[cherryblooded]

[People name their guns, they can have sentiment over razor hats.]

If that's what you'd prefer. But I think it suits you.

[isafraid]

[Why isn't he used to getting these compliments from people, what's wrong with him.

Speedwagon just sort of nods at first but it builds up, and he finally smiles.]

I suppose it is a rather fancy looking thing. I'm just not sure if it suits someone of my ilk.

[cherryblooded]

You'd be surprised. I know plenty of cruder people with fancier clothes than that.

[isafraid]

[right.... The whole age thing...]

I suppose fashion could be different underwater...

[He drifts into noticeable silence for a moment. It's brief, but it's there.]

So, you're really okay?

[cherryblooded]

I'll get by. Don't worry about me.

[isafraid]

Well... you'll find that I worry quite a bit.

[cherryblooded]

Doloz is that type too. Always fretting about something.

[isafraid]

...You're comparing me to a wife?

[cherryblooded]

...I'm not hitting on you. It's just that you both worry.

[Let's not have any misunderstandings.]

[isafraid]

Well I wasn't thinking about it that way!

[but yes, Speedwagon is best wife.]

[cherryblooded]

Okay. Good.

[Lots of people are wives! Lots of very fine people.]

[isafraid]

...I'm sure your wife is very glad to have you.

[Like her, for instance.]

[cherryblooded]

I do my best. That's all anyone can say.