trusthell | Week 3.

Week 3.

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.

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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!]

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[Just like last week, slightly after noon the Kingmaker's voice can be heard throughout the Vault.]

I have another announcement for all of you. You have ten minutes to gather in the dining room.

[...And just like last week, that's mostly a formality, because he can still be heard throughout the Vault even if you didn't show up. So the announcement is impossible to miss, even if you're still in your room or just feeling rebellious and stayed where you were.

Either way, he seems pretty invested in what he has to say today.]

The Vault is full of opportunities. You're completely provided for, and no one has to go without if they ask for what they need. Unfortunately, all opportunities come with a price.

The price I'm asking for is blood. Specifically, from one of you.

You're probably going to say that I'm forcing you to kill someone. I'm not. If you don't pick someone to pay the price yourselves within the next four days, someone will be selected by me. That person will die, and you all can go back to living your lives.

It'll be completely randomized, so it's not as though I'll play favorites. Maybe it'll be you or someone you care about. Maybe it won't. If it's you, though, you probably won't like how you go out.

Or you guys can pick someone. It'd be a great chance to try to complete Rule Seven. Somebody's going to die anyway, right?

You have four days to make your choice. For now, you're free to return to your activities.

[As before, any attempts to question the Kingmaker will be met with silence; looks like he's done for today.]

Edited 2016-03-15 16:00 (UTC)

[...Okay, but how does fire work underwater, anyway?

That dream was unpleasant, but even more unpleasant is waking up to find that there's another floor - they really are being rewarded for killing people. After he gets over his grumbling, Cherryblod spends the day exploring, as anyone should.

The laundry room is a pleasant sight - thank goodness for actual washing machines, right? He grabs a piece of paper from his Ubiquitous Notebook and writes down basic instructions for how to use the machines here, which he sets on top of the washer so that even people who predate these things know not to mix in their whites.

The music hall is nice, but he's not particularly musically gifted. He'll poke around a bit, being careful with the instruments. If someone's playing something, he's much more likely to stick around.

The game room, though. That he's happy to see.]

Can I challenge you to a game of chess?

Chess?

[Oh hey, Cherryblod. Mouri waves courteously]

I'm not really into chess, thank you. I'm just checking around to see what we got this time.

[A game room, huh. It doesn't seem like Mouri will have much use for it, he is not into games. Those require patience and he is not patient at all]

Edited 2016-03-13 19:12 (UTC)

[Mettaton will wander upstairs eventually; it's not necessarily early when he does so, but he seems to be doing well enough.

...Honestly, the game room wouldn't normally interest him too much, but he and Cherryblod were just discussing this recently, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't pleased to see it too, given that context.]

I'd like that, darling.

No? Too bad. It's good exercise for the brain.

[But he's not the pushy type.]

Anything else catch your eye?

Edited 2016-03-13 19:14 (UTC)

[Cherryblod's face lights up when Mettaton agrees. He'd been looking forward to playing with him, especially.]

Black or white, my dear?

[...that dream still felt like something that would actually happen, albeit in a far more pleasant way than last time. It was always a good thing to win, after all.

...though what was unpleasant was... hm. If these were actual memories, how much really was missing? And more importantly... what exactly was he still missing? Bruce was heading the meetings, so there'd probably be one tomorrow. He could bring things up then, so for now, let's see. Was there a new floor, then? Well, let's just take a...

...oh, of course, they were rewarded for the death of the girl with musical powers with a music room. Of course that would be how it would go. He's not even surprised right now. So he'll... just be avoiding that for now, instead checking out the rest of the floor and noting another laundry room. ...hmmm. He has to wonder about this now.

Well, first, he'll be milling in the game room, where he'll be looking for something specifically... but it doesn't seem to be there, judging by his frustrated expression and exasperated mumbling.]

...they've got to have Pai Sho, right...? What even is any of this?

[Later on in the day, he'll be investigating in the downstairs, less fancy laundry room to see if there's anything unusual about it, because why... why have two. Why not just have the one with the washing machines from the start. What kind of game are you playing here, Kingmaker. Has there been a secret in the laundry room that they've missed this whole time.]

Pai Sho?

[Hello, Tarrlok, you seem discontent.]

Not familiar with that one.

[... At least she knows for certain that the dreams really are memories now, looking at where she'd had stitches on her arm and remembering the troll that had messed up her arm pretty badly while she protected someone with a braid almost as long as their body. The stitches are out by now, but the light scarring remains and she rubs the bandaged area gently before getting dressed to go.

After first stopping by the profiles to add a little something special to Mettaton's likes with a marker (her own name), she's actually gonna go exploring herself this time since the second floor hadn't been of much interest to her at first...

... and this is how she ends up in the music room for most of the day, a little joyful to find a lyre in the more unusual instrument section and humming to herself as she picks out a few songs she remembers. There'll be time she's singing, not all too well but with obvious great importance to the glory-based words, but she's mostly content to just sit there and play whatever crosses her mind without lyrics.

It's like, oddly serene for her. Weird. At least she's not mixing chemicals in the new laundry room she's staying away from for the next ten years?

Evening finds her in the art room though, where she's pretty much hand painting streaks of sunset colors with one hand and the other is in charge of the sunrise. Her jacket's off and out of the way, because she doesn't want to get color on it, but the rest of her is pretty much stained.]

[Cherryblod won't interrupt during a song, that's just rude - he'll sit down on the floor and wait for a lull in the music to speak up.]

Didn't know you had musical talent.

[Sigrun grins and picks at another song, not minding the chance to talk over it.]

My people love three things: Troll hunting, good stories, ale, and music.

[...]

Four things. Anyway, it's just something to pass the time here, but back home we'd play songs like this to celebrate pretty much anything you can think of! It's kind of a family tradition and... well, this isn't exactly the kind of thing I'm used to, but the rest of this stuff isn't much like it either, so, you know. I'll make it work.

You're not bad - I'm surprised that it isn't an instrument you've played before.

[She's a lot better than he'd be with any of this stuff, anyway. Music's not one of the skills he's picked up.]

What are we celebrating today? Surviving?

It's close enough to what I'm used to, that's all.

[A violin or guitar would be close too, but it doesn't look like the simple instrument they've created, so. This.]

And you bet! We'll sing songs for those who've died to remember them by -- I'm sure Caren would appreciate that a lot -- and keep marching forward until we're dead by natural causes or other means.

Sounds like a plan to me.

[Music is one of the few things Caren seems to have actually liked. ...Maybe that's a bit ungracious to think about the dead.]

My singing voice is average at best, but I'd be happy to join in if you don't mind that.

[Ungracious, but not untrue.]

I don't mind at all! Music's all about bringing people together! Least, that's what we used it for, everyone knows the same songs. I'll teach you some and you can teach me whatever they sing under the sea.

Would love that. I'll have to decide on my favorites to share, or we'd be here all day.

[You pick up a lot of songs over five hundred years of life.

Imagine how many commercial jingles and pop songs from ten years ago you know for absolutely no good reason. Now imagine that times a lot.]

[ "I want to be... beautiful..."
"...Quit sayin' things like you're human."

Shirazu wakes up feeling distraught and confused and with a crippling load of guilt over his chest. He keeps telling himself it was just a dream, but the unpleasant feelings refuse to leave him alone. Normally he'd get out of bed after the 7AM alarm, but today he remains in his room until several hours later; the door is locked and he's unlikely to open it to anyone. He just wants to stay in his bed and stare at the ceiling for a long time, okay.

When he finally leaves his room, he can be found exploring the new floor; he'll be in the game room poking around to see what kind of games are around and a little later he's in the laundry room. They finally got those washing machines, huh.

Later on in the day, he's in the sewing room aggressively making those bunnies again. It gives him something to do, something that helps him stop thinking about that dream he had. Something seems to be troubling him, though... ]

[Cherryblod is spending much of the day in here, so it's not surprising they'd run into each other. He seems to be doing okayish, himself, at least to outward appearances.]

Good morning, Shirazu.

G'morning, shrimp guy. What's up?

Just exploring the floor our kidnapper so kindly gave to us. [There's no way anyone could think he means that.] Same as you, I suppose.

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