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trustharder) wrote in trusthell2016-03-20 12:00 pm
Week 4.
And as the third week in the Vault comes to a close and the fourth week begins, the Survivors are once again down by two. Mion Sonozaki died on her own terms, and Yato died fulfilling his duty as God of Fortune in the best way that he knew how; the shrine built in the game room on Saturday stands in their memory. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; there aren't any bodies to be found on Sunday morning. But that doesn't mean the night was uneventful - it seems something else may have brought you some newfound clarity. Or perhaps not... Once again, that spiral staircase leads farther than you remember, clear up to a previously inaccessible fourth floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; even if the Kingmaker sounded a bit unhappy with you last weekend, the fact remains that you're still doing what you seem to have been brought here to do. SURVIVORS REMAINING: 20 |
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!]
SUNDAY
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How he wishes he could still have that attitude.
If you think that Cherryblod will spend all of Sunday checking out the new floor... you're wrong, for two reasons.
One is that nothing he finds there really interests him. He will spend most of the morning flitting between the chapel, shooting range, and bar, but it's clear he's looking for weak points or other noteworthy/suspicious parts of the rooms rather than their intended purpose.
(He does drink, but mostly to celebrate. He's not celebrating now.)
His afternoon is spent in the music room, where he's... humming a lot, mostly. He hums the first few bars of a song and then attempts to mimic it on the ukelele. Then, when that doesn't work out to his satisfaction, he tries again, with a slightly different note here or there. Then he tries again. And again.
He's determined, at least, but this isn't working very well.]
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"...Artificial Intelligence."
"Peace in our time.")
Bruce doesn't know if he should feel better or worse when he wakes up with those new dreams in his head. Better should be the answer here, but...
What happened just two days ago continues to weigh heavily in his mind.
For pretty much the entire day Bruce continues to stay inside in his own room, somehow managing to get food from the kitchens (or the storage) when there's nobody there to see him. It certainly seems like Bruce is dead set on not meeting anybody else in the Vault--
At least until after nighttime; should somebody come onto the game room that person will see Bruce sitting on whatever is closest to the shrine that Yosuke and the others had made in honor of Yato and Mion, looking tired and entirely worn out as he stares at it. Feel free to approach him, although his responses may not be what you're hoping for.
...after that Bruce then can be found in the hallways on the way back to room 9. He's still not exactly open for conversation, but at the same time it's not like he has any other way back to his room.]
TECHNICALLY OUTSIDE HIS ROOM AND PROBABLY NOT GONNA BE A THREAD BUT YOU KNOW WHAT
IT WORKS
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Aaaaahaaaa! Look at all this!
[Yeah, he just shouted that, highly pleased. He goes straight to the shelves, eyeing the collection of booze. Anyone could see this is the most excited he has been since they got into the Vault.
You may find him with a large glass of that nameless beer, and from the looks of his slightly reddened face, this was definitely not the first glass]
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'I knew, I knew it wasn't over!'
He goes charging through the hallways like he's late for anime school, eyes wide and face set in a determined a not 100% stable grin, possibly almost spilling some of his 'roommates' over in his drive. Sorry, he won't stop until he hits the stairs, launching himself over the railing and half climbing and half literally climbing them up to the fourth floor.
And when he reaches the new floor he's practically crowing with something almost like victory.]
I knew it, I knew it you sonvabitch!!
[Young Man Yells at Ceiling]
Ha... haha-!
[He half tumbles down the stairs again, checking where the third floor stairs turns into the fourth to make sure the staircase is one solid piece and form- that the stairs couldn't have descended from the ceiling and somehow... he's not sure, snapped together. Once he has his answer he makes his way back up and leans against the wall... eventually sliding down to hide his manic laughter (which is less laughter the longer is goes) into his knees.
Just be glad there's no hot tub, or he might have tried to drown himself in it]
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But he's not going to be in there forever; he had promised Yato that he would sparkle up the place, and it seems he's determined to do so, one room at a time; seeing as the music room is usually his thing, that's where he's going to be in the evening – if he's not ensuring the place is just about as covered in glitter and color as he can render it, he's at the piano again, practicing...god only knows what. He's getting better at it, anyway, if only because it's something to do with himself.
Outwardly, he's seeming a little better today; god only knows if that's consistent with whatever's going through his head, especially since Sunday is the morning when everyone wakes up after having had some bizarre dream or another. Either way, outside of the general decorating he's been doing in here (courtesy of the art room), one of the sections of wall seems largely out of place – he's left the concrete mostly bare, but there's a large symbol painted directly onto it.
Otherwise, though...well after nighttime hours he can be found in the shooting range on the fourth floor, though he doesn't seem interested in using the actual archery materials. Despite that, his current activity doesn't seem to be the sort of thing you want to startle him at – he's standing a good distance away from the targets with several of those palette knives from upstairs in his hands. Which would normally be fine, given that palette knives are usually not capable of doing much to anything that isn't canvas, seeing as they're not really sharpened at all – except when he sends one of them zinging across the room, it sinks into the target almost obscenely easily.
...Looks like he's been sharpening them. A lot.
That said, he doesn't seem satisfied with the hit – it wasn't bad, but he's still seeming sort of irritated. Probably because it's the first thing he's actually hit in a while, if the scrapemarks in the wall behind the setup are any indication.
He still has absolutely no depth perception, but damn if he isn't going to do something with himself.]
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...it's not even the sirens that wake him up today. In fact, it's a long while before the sirens go off that he wakes up, kind of panting and sweating. That... was one of those things, wasn't it? Like clockwork, they've hit sometime Saturday night into Sunday every week... and Sigrun had basically confirmed they weren't dreams.
...there's no way he's going back to sleep after that. He sort of lays in bed for a while, trying to get the image of the Avatar preparing to... probably immolate him out of his mind... but he can't. He keeps thinking about it because she would, but he can't be dead, can he? No, he does have...
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It wouldn't just leave a relatively small electrical burn. That can't be the last of what he's missing.
...it's a good thing the walls are soundproof so that no one hears the incredible "FUCK!" he just let out. Well, there's absolutely no getting back to sleep after that, so he takes a very... very long shower, makes himself presentable, and goes out to make breakfa--oh. The... door's still closed.
Well, he'll wait around outside of the kitchen until it opens, at which point he's going to furiously make breakfast to keep his mind off of the fact that things apparently went to hell and he doesn't know how badly they went to hell, but they did, and after Yato--
...There's a new floor. Let's consider that instead. What is the chapel. What is this for? ...Meditating? Yeah, that'd be real excellent if he was the Chief or someone who actually cared. Maybe there's something else in there, though? He'll start investigating that before he does anything else. Next is oh thanks Kingmaker the shooting range is exactly what he wanted to deal with today, thanks for ---
oh there's a bar.
...fuck it he's going to spend a few hours at the bar slowly sipping something kind of fruity while he looks like he wants to punch something.]
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Now he knows why there's a "Leo" under his likes. That's embarrassing and he's glad that no one here knows him, at all. Thank you god. It also gives him a brand new set of worries, but he hasn't been missing any time here (just like that guy hasn't been talking to him at all), so he sets them aside in favor of tidying up his room for a few hours and getting his bearings in order.
It's around one in the afternoon when he finally emerges from his room; he heads up to the new floor to check it out (because of course there's a new one, why wouldn't there be) and... oh, a chapel.
...and a bar. But oh, a chapel. He books it downstairs as fast as he can without outright killing himself on the way, ducking into his room for a moment and emerging with his maidenly carry-on bag. It's what holds all his sewing stuff, okay. Back upstairs he goes, temporarily stopping by the sewing room to pick up a few more things along with bear and cat patterns, before he settles in one of the pews and gets to work.
He can be found here stitching most of the day, cutting thread and fabric carefully; there's a lot of gentleness put into these remakes, because once he's done with them (a good bit of time later, he ain't an expert here) he's setting them up on the raised area.
Zagibear and Kamuikuma. Teddy Bearl and Mermaid Carenbear. Black Nyato and Meown. Better than their other tries, even if some of them seem a little too stuffed and some ears are a little out of place (among other details), but he's getting better! Thanks Yato.
...once he's made sure those aren't going to immediately fall over, Black can be found in the bar, apparently looking for something. (He's looking for actually good whiskey.) There's a good bit up alcohol set up on the counter as he roots through it, frowning. Where's his namesake, dammit. "Obsidian & Ivory" doesn't cut it. ]
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[Stan wakes with a phantom ache in his jaw and an all-too-real weight in his gut.
Stupid. Stupid, why had he ever thought things would work out in the end? He should've known better last week. It seems selfish to be angry about it now - wasn't Ford right? Wasn't it all his fault anyway? But after thirty years of his life, you'd think he'd come out with at least a little something.
He wanders into the kitchen, but only stays long enough to eat a few slices of toast. He's too restless now to stand around and make real breakfast, and once the food is gone he's quick to retreat to the incinerator room to punch the yeti some. This time, his blows are rather more vicious.
The fourth-floor investigation lasts only as long as it takes Stan to find the bar. He'll spend most of the rest of the day there, drinking beer from the taps before eventually moving on to the unlabeled liquor. It wasn't something he could've done before; the kids were still there, the Shack needed taken care of, and no one could know how the summer would end for him. It'd only upset them. That's fine; it's not like he ever really talked to anyone anyway. He's sure he handled it all just fine, whatever happened. But here?
Fuck it. Doesn't matter.]
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Anyone that approaches he'll ask:]
Care for a game?
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... Yes. That's right. I was stupid and helped Xehanort do it.
It feels like a cruel joke.
I'm asking you, as a friend... Just... put an end to me.
When Aqua wakes up, she's even more rattled than the past weeks.
Go take what Ventus owes you. And take Aqua's life.
It's hard to mistake that voice for anyone else's. Aqua looks back on the dream--no, the nightmare, because it makes her feel sick to think about it--and there's a bitter taste in her mouth. How foolish she'd been, to trust him. He'd been someone she admired, and he-- wanted to kill her.
It's just a dream, she tells herself, but she can still feel the heat of the X-Blade as it destroyed itself. She can still feel the pain of slamming against solid rock. And she can still feel the absolute horror at seeing Ventus...
... Anyway. She explores the new floor, for the most part--Aqua stays away from the bar, but she's interested in the shooting range. She's not a bad shot, either.
Later in the day, she makes her way to the sewing room. Aqua's getting better at making things--namely, clothes for those stuffed animals on which Black has been working so diligently.
And in the evening, after she's grabbed a bit of dinner (she eats it in the dining hall, if you'd like to join her) the door to room 15 will be open a crack. Aqua's lugged down quite a few puzzles from the game room. Maybe you'd like to join her...? ]
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"Huh..? Oh, yes...very much."
"But you admire Kira, too?
"?! Y-yes..."
"Then which do you like more? Light-kun or Kira?"
"Obviously Light! I'm thankful to Kira, and at one point I wanted to meet him, but that's not love. I totally choose Light!"
"Then, if you could help Light-kun, you'd want to join the investigation and assist him, right?"
"Yes! Misa-Misa would do anything to be of use to Light!"
Her memories are still a jumble. This guy Ryuzaki, creepy as can be, handcuffed to Light, interrogating her...what could his connection with the Kira case be? Is he a friend or a foe? She doesn't remember talking to him prior to this, and everything's a blur, but, it seems like he wants to get her involved in the Kira case on a more personal level. She's still keeping that on the hush-hush, but...she still doesn't have her eyes in these memories. She can't see his name...can she really trust him?
"Misa Amane's guts and her love for Light-kun are the greatest in the world."
...Well, creepy-looking as he is, he doesn't seem all that bad. But this just opens up more questions...did this happen before, or after that interview with Yotsuba? If she assumes the interview was her way of getting closer to this Yotsuba-Kira, then, this makes sense, but...hrm. ]
Woaaah...
[ She needed a quiet place to mull it over, and the atmosphere in here...it's awesome. Misa finds herself in the chapel, and though it can use a bit of decoration, a few silver crosses, a couple of stained glass windows...this is her goddamn aesthetic. ]
Look at this place! It's so cool!
[ Though she...doesn't quite seem to have grasped the concept of reverence... ]
Hey, hey! Do you think we can set up candles in here and set up vigils and stuff?! That'd be awesome!
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"No. Do you?"
"I read somewhere that wolves are clean animals. They don't kill close to their lair unless they're forced to."
"What lair? What are you talking about?"
"Not sure, actually. Random thought."
That.... probably could have gone better. But at least in the end, he got what he wanted: a private conversation with the man working on the escaped wolves case.
Still, he can't help but feel unsettled, now that he remembers more about the case he was working on.
His first stop after breakfast is the chapel. Gabriel is not a religious man, but there's still.... something about chapels in general. He finds it to be a calming presence; he isn't doing anything in particular in here as he's not praying exactly, but he is writing in a notebook.
In the evening, Gabriel makes his way to the bar just to see what there is to drink. Hopefully it tastes better than German beer.]
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so, his day is starting off just grand, folks. he halfheartedly eats a light breakfast before going off to explore the new area. pointedly ignores the chapel, not all too interested in the shooting range-- he's about to write the whole area off as a wash when he sees the bar.
and then, well. his life still sucks. but, his life sucks with booze. and that's a vast improvement.
so, about an hour later, he's still in the bar, though with a half-empty bottle of what he thinks is whiskey and a significantly better outlook on life. and he's playing something a bit more modern (for him) and upbeat on that piano, because fuck it, life is short and we're all gonna fucking die.]
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MONDAY
Retaliation
However.
Anyone making their way up to the third floor will notice the heavy scent of blood coming from the game room in particular; anyone investigating will see...well.
It's a lot of blood. Pretty much an entire human's worth of blood, actually.
It's not just limited to the floor, either - some of it's hit the nearby walls in the corner where the apparent incident happened; the odd thing is the pattern. It's radiating outward, as though something (someone) had simply exploded in there. There wasn't any sort of noise the night before to indicate that having been the case, granted, but from appearances alone that's all that really can be determined - somebody was there, and then somebody was everywhere, and whatever caused it was both spontaneous and bizarrely silent.
One of the tables nearest the door seems to have been largely untouched; there's a pair of goggles set up on it, the lenses spattered with blood. Next to them is a note, pinned to the table with one of the butterfly knives from the machine, the blade slammed into the table at a perpendicular angle.
The conclusion is obvious; doing a headcount among the rest of you will confirm it.
Taichi Yagami is dead.
As for the note? It's handwritten, though the writing doesn't match anyone's that's currently in the Vault. The message on it is brief and simple:
DON'T SLEEP OUTSIDE THE DORMS.]
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Taichi was his age. And had done something he had almost done barely more then 24 hours ago.
His entire body is shaking, but at least he isn't screaming or crying yet. Yet. And he doesn't WANT to, after yesterday. So when he, in a daze, walks past the Bar he meanders his way inside.
And eventually, when people start going places after investigating the mess, someone might eventually find him there, trying his damnedest to get his drink-virgin, less-the-130-lbs self as drunk as possible]
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MEETING...?, the 999 strikes back
For a good while Bruce does his best to clean up the mess the Game Room as much as he can, though blood is hard to get off in general and there's probably going to be a mark no matter how he tries. Or maybe not, considering...
Well.
After 1pm Bruce decides that he's done as much as he can for the game room and moves on to the weekly agenda... which he really isn't up for still but considering what happened, is most likely the best course of action. So while much later than usual there is the weekly call for their usual Monday meeting duct taped to its usual spot, requesting anybody who wants to meet to come at seven pm at the dining hall. Also, dinner will be provided.
Bruce spends the afternoon in the Kitchen then to make said dinner, which happens to be some vegetarian fare and other light finger food since he figures nobody is up for meat after what happened. Everything is cooked and served at 7pm sharp for everyone else who comes to take as they want.
Once everyone is settled, Bruce promptly begins the meeting.]
We all saw what happened earlier. As terrible as it is, we should probably talk about what we've seen - along with anything else that comes with the new floor that's appeared too, and anything else you might wish to address.
...private conversations can happen after this meeting is over.
[Just as always now Bruce has his notebook out and a pen ready to take notes; notes that he'll be looking through after the meeting is done. He's still in the dining hall, and it doesn't seem like he's going to be leaving anytime soon.]
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Like always, in the morning, Sigrun can first be found in the music room with her lyre, playing a particular song some may recognize from Mettaton's attempts at it on the inferior ukulele and... trying out a few of the other instruments with varying successes.
Woodwinds tend to be fine, if simply played.
Brass, on the other hand, is a genuinely loud wreck.
The noisepress (See: piano) is kind of fun though. Less crash-crash-boom and more like just tapping the notes loudly.
... Once Sigrun realizes the meeting is later rather than around their usual, she takes time for some lunch because really, old habits die hard. Man.
Until the meeting comes around she is going to enjoy the shooting gallery with all her might! Admittedly she sees where the guns would be and is quite disappointed there is none there, but it's not like she's particularly rusty with a crossbow... as her deadly precision will show that off just fine, thank you.
Bulls-eyes have never been more satisfying to someone that's been worried about her skills getting rusty.]
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Later on in the afternoon and before the meeting, he can be found lying his head to the side, on top of a watercolor painting of the night sky in the art room. His eyes are closed... things considered this is probably a bad thing to do so soon after the KM's ominous notice, but he's far from actually drifting off, don't you worry. ]
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TUESDAY
INCENTIVE
It's almost a relief.
However, anyone entering the dining hall (maybe to see what's going on, maybe just to make lunch, who knows) will find a small table set up underneath the profiles; it's a nice setup on it - there are twenty envelopes in the usual loud colors of the Vault fanned out in a circle, each bearing a Survivor's title.
And in the center of the circle, there's another of those butterfly knives sunk into it at a perpendicular angle, a note written in that unfamiliar handwriting from yesterday pinned beneath the blade.
TAKE YOURS. READ IT.
And that's all it says.
Those choosing to ignore it can go about their day doing whatever they'd like, none the worse for wear; those who follow the note's instructions, however...
Well, they'll find their deepest secret written on the slip of paper inside. Even if they don't remember it yet.]
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Re: INCENTIVE
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After noon, Cherryblod has his envelope visibly sticking out of his pants pocket as he goes about his day. Can't just leave it lying around where someone might see it, of course.
First things first: he has lunch in his room, 22. It's nothing special, just a sandwich, but if anyone wants to get his thoughts on the incentive right away, that's where he'll be found. The door's open a little, so he's not turning down visitors.
Now that the game room's been cleared up, he goes to leave an offering to Yato's shrine - one of those 'useless' pens he'd gotten from Shirazu, in exchange for something of his Cherryblod had gotten. That done, he clasps his hands together and prays.
Please give me the strength to protect my family.
After that, he'll spend some time in the room flipping through some of the RPG manuals and refreshing himself on the rules. He and Tarrlok had talked about starting a game...
Later in the afternoon, he can be found in the music room, practicing the ukelele. He seems to be doing much better at it when he isn't trying to recreate a specific song by memory, or at least he's a lot more pleased with what he's managing.
He also can be found before dinnertime in the kitchen, making an elaborate meal that can't possibly be just to serve himself. There's like four courses in that thing.]
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HELLO FRIEND MODS ARE HERE
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WEDNESDAY
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The first being the bar, which is where she appears to be napping today. Appears to be. She's not actually napping, apparently, since every so often she'll take a swig out of a bottle and appear to be the chillest of chills. There's many more empty bottles.
The second being her room, 5, odd paintings of what looks to be a calculator adorning her walls now, the lyre from the music room seemingly definitely hers at this point, and while you can't hear it too well... she's definitely singing something a little soft, door cracked open enough to let people know they can come by if they want (and so she's not taken unaware). The envelope with her name on it is nowhere in sight, but rest assured at this point its alarmingly eye-screaming yellow contents have been looked at.
She just doesn't care. Everyone makes mistakes, right?
(Sigrun's more than a little bothered. It's why she's doing whatever the hell she's doing. You're not allowed to make mistakes when you're who she is.)
... Additionally, in the dining room, there's two new sheets of paper duct taped onto the wall! One has a list of answered questions from Monday's meeting and the other one is a mostly blank sheet with Request Info at the top. Totally anonymous.]
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Request Info
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...ALSO REQUEST(S)
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HELLO FRIEND MODS ARE HERE
Yaaaay
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THURSDAY
Re: THURSDAY
Which is now why it may come quite as a nasty surprise to find Mouri so...dispirited.
During the whole Wednesday he stayed in his room, only going out to eat and ignoring everyone. Anyone who paid attention for a moment may have noticed it seemed like Mouri was mulling something highly unpleasant, but he ignored all attempts for conversation, just going back to his room.
And now today, Thursday, he is in the bar, drowning his sorrows with booze. There's just no trace of any joy in him or his usual steadfast strength right now. So! Mouri is drunk, dispirited, pretty frustrated for reasons not related to the Vault's events, and overall he is taking quite some huge hits to his pride and ego.
He won't go away if anyone approaches, but he is also going to do his best to ignore anyone unless there's a direct conversation]
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HELLO FRIEND MODS ARE HERE
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