Week 4.

[trustharder]

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: 21 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!]

Comments

[bloodisthicker]

["You need to be stopped! You're just as bad as Amon!"

...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...

...

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.]

bar

[notjustawriter]

[Having a bar open up after the last trial has been a small blessing. It's probably not the best thing to be drawn to drinking your problems away, but that's what they're dealing with.

That being said, someone clearly had a worse dream than him last night.]

You okay?

[bloodisthicker]

[...Tarrlok sort of rubs a finger along the rim of his glass a little noncommittally, because fuuuuck feelings and talking about them.]

...I didn't sleep very well, that's all.

[notjustawriter]

...That's starting to be a common occurrence Saturday night, isn't it?

[For once, he's not going to press. He likes Tarrlok too much to do that.]

[bloodisthicker]

It's practically like clockwork at this point.

[he takes a looong sip of his drink.]

It's nice to be able to live by a schedule, isn't it.

[notjustawriter]

I think most of us agree at this point that it's pretty damn inconvenient.

If these are all memories that we're havin', how the hell did we forget them in the first place?

[bloodisthicker]

Ah, but we know exactly when we're going to stumble upon a corpse, so I guess we can... expect four for four, I guess.

[fuuuuuuuck.]

I'm going to assume it was something the Kingmaker did, because as we all know he can do anything as long as it's completely awful.

[notjustawriter]

Three Fridays in a row.

Maybe the day is cursed.

[Don't mind him taking a deep drink.]

He does seem to be some kinda scientist. I wouldn't be surprised if he did it for kicks.

[bloodisthicker]

I guess we'll see what happens this week. Maybe no one will die!

[HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.]

What other reason for any of this would there even be? He's obviously... I don't know, annoyed that we aren't being exciting enough in this very moment.

[notjustawriter]

[YOU NEVER KNOW, MAYBE THERE WILL BE A MIRACLE]

He didn't sound too happy during the trial, did he?

Probably thought there wasn't enough senseless violence.

[bloodisthicker]

...You know, I feel like there have been a few situations where he hasn't sounded as thrilled as I would've thought he'd be. I'm kind of wondering what that even means at this point.

[notjustawriter]

It's gotta mean something. I just don't think we'll be gettin' a clear answer. Not from him at any rate.

[bloodisthicker]

...You know... sometimes when people go on power trips, they get a little out of their depth, I think. What if he really does need someone to die every week?

Bar

[goodforsomething]

[well lookie-loo, it's the bad memory club]

Y'want somethin' harder? 'Cause we got it. We got a ton of it.

[bloodisthicker]

[the worst club to be in on a Sunday.]

...I haven't really drank heavily in a while, so I'm considering trying to work my way up to something that I'd actually appreciate instead of going for it all at once.

[goodforsomething]

...okay, if ya think it's worth it.

[Stan looks a bit doubtful, but whatever.]

Bad trip last night?

[bloodisthicker]

I'll... see how it goes.

[...he's actually tempted now...]

...honestly, even if it had been good, it'd just be frustrating at this point. But... no, it wasn't.

[goodforsomething]

Yeah. Me neither.

[Aaaaaand here we are]

[bloodisthicker]

...

Do you... want to talk about literally anything but that, then? I'm sure the weather's nice outside of this hellhole.

[goodforsomething]

Yeah, it was gettin' late in summer when I left. I'm sure the Kingmaker's takin' real advantage.

...nah, I bet that guy ain't gone outside in years!

[LET'S BASH THE KINGMAKER that's something everyone enjoys]

[bloodisthicker]

...I think it was winter the last I remember? But who knows. Winter is nice if it isn't snowing too hard.

In any case, I definitely agree with you. He must have no skin tone whatsoever.

[goodforsomething]

White as a sheet! All we gotta do is take him outside and he'll shrivel up like a raisin!

[bloodisthicker]

I can't wait to watch him spontaneously burst into flame when we drag him outside to face actual justice.

I mean, he'd die before he could face a legitimate trial, but I don't really care all that much about his survival at this point.

[goodforsomething]

Pretty sure most courts won't charge people on interdimensional kidnapping anyway. We're gonna have to do this in-house.

[If you get his meaning]

[bloodisthicker]

Well, kidnapping in general is a crime in most courts, and I'm sure we could get a few counts in on all the blatant attempts to get us to murder each other. Particularly the last one, given that he actually threatened bodily harm as opposed to... well, just giving people a nudge.