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

sewing room

[devastation]

[Megumi saw the list hanging up earlier, but honestly she hadn't given it much thought. Instead she goes about her day and at some point ends up in the sewing room--there were aprons that Caren-san and her had tried to put together last week before... well. Despite what happened, Megumi's willing to try to see if they can be finished, but Bruce pretty quickly catches her attention when she walks in.]

... Bruce-san? What are you doing?

[amygdalae]

[Oh, somebody's here--

Bruce looks up from what he's doing and smiles once he recognizes who it is.]

Hello, Miss Sakura. [He starts, mild as always, then glances back down to the fabrics he had been separating - he's put them in piles of 'what is more usable' in general, regardless of their variations of terrible colors.] I'm just picking out what I could use to maybe make something for myself, if at all possible.

[Since you know, all he's had are jumpsuits... not that Bruce minds, but it would be nice to have something else once in a while.]

[devastation]

Oh, I see! [Megumi nods in understanding--the jumpsuits certainly would get boring to wear after a while, wouldn't they?]

Would you like any help with that?

[amygdalae]

I wouldn't mind the extra help.

[Two sets of hands are certainly faster than one.]