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!]

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Re: THURSDAY

[sleepingkogoro]

[Until this week Mouri had maintained enough emotional and mental strength to not to be affected by anything. He had been a rock in middle of the tempestuous sea, somebody who was sure to hold onto his own ego and skills to survive the Vault's events.

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]

Bar

[goodforsomething]

[Stan got the urge to drown his sorrows mostly out of his system earlier in the week. After Taichi, it seems too dangerous to risk passing out somewhere; besides, he should try and keep a better eye out for the younger folks.

Alternately, he can also keep an eye on the older folks who might be risking an explosion of their own. He takes a seat next to Mouri.]

You look like hell.

Re: Bar

[sleepingkogoro]

I feel like hell.

[Shrug]

Besides, hell is what is going to await me once I return to my world, if it hasn't been destroyed. Who cares.

[goodforsomething]

...that's dark, buddy.

[Beat]

So what's the problem? You seem kinda young to be talkin' about the futility of life.

[sleepingkogoro]

It is not so much about the futility of life, I think.

...Pines-san, what would you do if you suddenly find out you have been dragged into what may be the biggest lie of the detective world in the recent times?

[That is...a bit of a stretch but Mouri is not mistaken that it would be a big deal if it all gets unveiled]

That all your fame and everything that you have done in the last two years was actually the work of somebody else, somehow using you as no more than a puppet?

That all the infamy and the blame will fall on you, all because the truth is so stupidly ridiculous nobody would believe for a moment that is what was actually going on?

[garudynamic]

[Yosuke had meant to talk to Mouri on Monday- then his dreams and the stair drove him to his small break down. He had meant to on Tuesday- then there was everything that happened with Taichi.

And then yesterday the detective was nowhere to be found. So when Yosuke spots him in the bar he goes right for him, frowning in worry]

Mouri-san...? Can I talk to you for a second?

[sleepingkogoro]

[Mouri slowly turns his head around. Hey there, aspiring detective. Sorry, Mouri doesn't feel qualified to somehow mentor you. Not that you knew about his intentions, so it's moot either way.

Still, it's Yosuke and the least he can do is at least pay attention]

What is it?

[garudynamic]

Wow, you look awful.

[Yosuke Hanamura, master of tact. But it's true- Mouri looks miserable.]

Sorry this took so long... this week's been hard. But I wanted to say thanks.

[sleepingkogoro]

[Mouri bangs his forehead against the counter. He looks awful, huh. Well that's no surprise]

Thanks for what?

[Yeah, Mouri is not really wanting to string a lot of words right now, apparently. Too busy locking himself in his own self-pity]

[cherryblooded]

You're not going to drink until you pass out, are you, detective?

[He doesn't think it's as much of a concern with a grown man as it was with Yosuke, but it's still a worry.

Don't mind if he takes a seat at the bar as well.]

[sleepingkogoro]

I'm not interested in exploding like Yagami-kun did, if that's what you are concerned about.

[Depressed, sure, but he isn't so broken he wants to lie down and die]

[cherryblooded]

Just reminding you.

[In case anyone could forget that.]

So what's on your mind?

[sleepingkogoro]

Uuuuuugh

[Yeah, a dramatic groan. Behold! He is wallowing in self-pity]

A lot of things, none of them good.

...Cherryblod-san, what is one supposed to do when everything they have known and done for the last two years was all a lie? That's what I'm trying to answer for myself.

[ratingspoint]

[Mettaton usually avoids the bar, just because he's got no use for it, but he does tend to wander past it once in a while as he's coming to or leaving the shooting range; that would be why he glances in there tonight, and Mouri's in there, and...

...And that...doesn't look good, does it.

Dear god. Okay then.]

Having a rough day, sweetheart...?

[sleepingkogoro]

...you could say that.

[Oh, it's you, Mettaton. Somehow, talking to a robot who doesn't seem to know how emotions are supposed to work doesn't sound like fun times to him.

Still, Mouri doesn't tell Mettaton to go away]

I received some...bad news from home.

[So to say]

[ratingspoint]

Oh...

[There are worse things you could be doing, at least.

...Granted, it's hard to think of what, precisely, but it's. The thought that counts. Maybe.

For what it's worth, though, that actually seems to quiet him down from the usual.]

...Do you know that it's true, or is it just a really bad implication?

[sleepingkogoro]

They must be true. Yesterday I spent the whole day thinking about it, and it all fits with many details in my life during the last two years.

I feel pretty stupid for not realizing something that is obvious in hindsight.

[bloodisthicker]

...you... know, if you start feeling like you might actually pass out, you should probably head downstairs.

[...that sounds a bit odd out of nowhere, but the conversation he had with Stan is coming back to mind...]

I completely understand, by the way, and am entirely nonjudgmental. I just don't want to take any chances after what happened Monday.

[sleepingkogoro]

This is not the first time I spend a day drinking. I know my limits.

[Somehow Tarrlok giving what should have been interpreted as a good-natured warning seemed annoying to Mouri. Sorry, man, it's just that he is not in good mood when you got here]

[bloodisthicker]

You seem old enough for that, but... you know how it is. It's impossible not to worry about things like that in a place like this.

[...it's a Thursday, after all. and everyone's probably at least a little on edge.]

[sleepingkogoro]

...you are right.

[Mouri takes a nearby bottle, sliding it towards Tarrlok in case he wants. To be frank he doesn't know much about this man, so he doesn't really tell the real reason he's drinking so much, so he tries to think of an excuse]

I'm stressed. Something could happen tonight, it already did three weeks in a row. It doesn't matter what anyone tries, it's as if it is fated for somebody to die tonight.

[Good excuse, in his opinion]

bar

[ignorantly]

[ Shirazu doesn't drink (because he wasn't mentally old enough until a few days ago when he regained more memories) and what happened to Taichu makes him not want to touch alcohol, but he decides to check if the bar has anything non-alcoholic and finds Mouri there. ]

....Uhh, you're not gonna pass out, are ya?

Re: bar

[sleepingkogoro]

Iiii don't think I'll pass out.

[Mouri knows his limits, at least]

I'll just continue until I don't feel like locking myself in my room for the rest of my life.

[ignorantly]

...Did something happen, Detective?

[sleepingkogoro]

You saw those letters the Kingmaker left on Tuesday?

[Drink, served another, repeat the process]

I stopped being in denial about mine.