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

[isafraid]

Ah... You don't need to say anymore.

[That trial was a mess in of itself. He can understand Cherryblod's concerns.]

[cherryblooded]

Can't just let things stay like that. Normally I'd apologize with food, but that won't work with Mettaton.

[isafraid]

Because of him being a... "robot"? [It's a strange word on his lips. But he has to pick up on other's lingo eventually.]

[cherryblooded]

Right. He doesn't eat, so cooking for him won't do.

[isafraid]

Right. I thought it was something like that at first, but I guess I missed the explanation of what a 'robot' was until recently. [From the past and all that.]

Seems like the two of you've gotten along splendidly up to this point.

[cherryblooded]

He's my dear child, which makes fighting with him all the worse.

[Family feuding: officially the worst thing that could happen to Cherryblod minus somebody dying.]

[isafraid]

Your dear...

[There's a brief flash of confusion across Speedwagon's face.]

... Sorry for that, I never knew!

[cherryblooded]

It's alright. I wouldn't expect you to keep on top of what adoptions happen here.

[isafraid]

[...Oh. Now it's clicking into place.]

You're really growing attached to the fellow, aren't you?

[cherryblooded]

[He is not blood related to the robot, no.]

Attached at the hip. Trying circumstances can cause that sort of thing.

[isafraid]

[Thank goodness, or Speedwagon might have just given up right there.]

That seems to be the case... perhaps it's possible for romance to blossom here after all.

[cherryblooded]

Do you have someone you're interested in that way?

[Because that would be adorable, frankly.]

[isafraid]

[...Is it possible to have a full-body stutter? Because that's what Speedwagon's experiencing at the moment.]

Ah... Even if I was, can't say there's a person out there that would get much of a kick out of this mug.

[cherryblooded]

Now that's not true. Think you're quite handsome myself.

[isafraid]

[You are a married shrimp, Cherryblod!!!]

Hmm, suppose there's a few I think fondly of. But it's merely respect.

[yes]

[cherryblooded]

[He's married, not blind.]

Probably for the best anyway, in a place like this.

[isafraid]

I guess those that can find love here are the luckier bunch.

[cherryblooded]

Is it worth it, you think? Finding love with the risk of losing it suddenly?

[isafraid]

Maybe that's part of the thrill of the thing?

[cherryblooded]

True. Thinking about the rush of young love... now that takes me back.

[isafraid]

No matter how far back, I guess you can always remember it.

[cherryblooded]

My memory's pretty good, even if I'm an old man compared to the rest of you.