trusthell | Week 4.

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!]

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[... alright. that's, um. that's definitely another body he's gonna have to deal with. why is this his life now.

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.]

[Cherryblod's just in here to check for clues for the third time, but he stops when he sees/hears Norman in there.]

You look like you're having a good time.

M-Might as well, right? What's the, the point of just... wallowing around all day in your misery if you can't do a thing about it?

[momentarily pauses... before continuing on.] Not worth it. Anymore.

Alcohol's not my preferred coping technique... But as long as you don't get so drunk you throw up, I won't say anything.

[He knows it helps some people, a little. It's better than nothing.]

Where I'm from, there's only so many ways to, y'know, fill the time... Pianos are nice, but unless dead animals start just, um, showing up, I'm low on ideas.

Dead animals...?

[You are talking to a shrimp, Norman.]

Yeah, taxidermy. You know what that is? [nobody taxidermises fuckin shrimp god don't be vain]

[He has friends who are more attractive to hang on your wall!]

Stuffing animals. If I'm not mistaken.

[nods] I do, uh, birds. Big ones, little ones... They're not strange when they're stuffed, like beasts are. I-I've always thought it's because they're...

[he trails off, seemingly distracted.]

... Peaceful, aren't they? Birds.

Not necessarily. One of the most energetic people I know is a seagull.

[...That's seagulls, though. Loud and annoying.]

I mean, more like... Bluebirds. Robins. Stuff like that.

Birds of prey, too. They just, y'know... glide everywhere. Peaceful. 'til they crack a mouse's neck. [/cheerily]

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Aw, shit, piano!

[Stan wanders up to lean against the piano as Norman plays. He also has a bottle of whiskey. Funny how that's going around.]

'Bout time we got some music in here!

There's, um, a whole other piano downstairs, you know. [but that's a nerd room for nerds, so.]

Be nice if there's a record player, though. I-It's the least he can do, really.

Yeah, but there's no booze in that room. [Look, he's not in this for music appreciation, he's in it for drinking with entertainment.] Maybe we could, uh...we could ask him.

...he's probably got crap taste in music though.

Probably, but what've we got to lose? I'll, I'll message him something later...

What's your taste? Mine's probably a bit too, um, old-fashioned for everybody around here.

Fuck it, I'll - I'll do it right now!

[Stan goes for his phone. This will go well.]

You're from the sixties, right? I grew up in the sixties, we had great music!

[ohhh god]

Hm, well, it's more... I do listen to the radio a lot, but my records run more... Beethoven and Mozart. That sort of old-fashioned.

Ha! Yeah, that's total nerrrrrrd music. Guess you prob - prob'ly don't want a jukebox then, huh?

[Type type type this conversation sure is happening.]

I wouldn't say no, but... This is, um, as jazzy as I'm ever gonna get.

[watches him type, warily]

... Please, try to be polite. [he asks, in vain]

Suuuuuure, sure! I got it, kiddo.

[norman is older than many people here, but he also won't let Stan curse and eats a weird amount of candy, so you know what that apparently evens out. at least to Drunk Stan.

.....also quickly typing out what is definitely not a follow-up to previous rudeness]

Okay, let's go for the records then. It'll be good for everyone.

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Huh, a piano of all things? [And a bar, but everyone's excited for that. There's only one piano.]

Lucky for us, eh? Glad to see there's a number of artists among us.

I wouldn't, uh, I wouldn't go that far... Still, it's about time we got something interesting, right?

Well if you can carry a tune in a bucket, then that's better then nothing, eh?

[Better then what Speedy here could do.]

N-Not very musical, huh?

Hardly touched an instrument in my life. Not even in school as a lad, but that seems to be something of a rich kid's thing.