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

[ratingspoint]

[...Well, that was touching, not even going to lie, but- ]

You didn't even come close, sweetheart.

[This fuckin' guy.]

[captainobnoxious]

[She's going to risk breaking her hand to punch him, to be honest. Just a love tap on his chest even if she winces it was so worth it.]

I knew it! It's impossible to get back at you!

[Aaaand she falls to her side, because of course she does, scowling lightly at Mettaton before having the nerve to kick at him lightly with her foot.]

So? Where do you stick batteries or whatever? I'd ask if it'd be in your mouth or up your ass, but they'd be going to the same place anyway.

[ratingspoint]

[OH MY GOD don't make him laugh with something this stupid- ]

That is none of your business, sweetheart - why?

[captainobnoxious]

[Listen, happy butterflies may migrate to Norway if he laughs at her dumb shit. May.]

Because if you're gonna be living with me I'm gonna have to know how to keep you charged, duh. So? What do you do?

[ratingspoint]

...That's been bothering me since we showed up.

[It's not something he's been interested in discussing very much, but. This is Sigrun.]

Part of the problem with this body is with how inefficient it is. The battery power is ridiculously bad, actually.

I asked the Kingmaker about it when we first arrived. He told me that it wasn't anything I'd have to worry about, and I...haven't.

[captainobnoxious]

Honestly, you don't even look like you run efficiently, so I've been a little concerned for like two weeks now that you were just not gonna come out of your room one day.

[And not even true love's kiss would wake him or w/e. She sits up, scooting closer poke and prod at him.]

... Any wild guesses as to how you're running fine as anyone else here?

[ratingspoint]

[...THANKS, SIGRUN...]

Well...I think Dr. Alphys' design involved some sort of alternator mechanism? Like a generator, something that was supposed to recharge itself; we just weren't able to implement it properly before the human showed up.

I don't know, though. I don't understand mechanical things any better than anyone else, I just happen to be one.

[captainobnoxious]

Oh. Well, I know how to do that much.

[They pretty much run on generators and hydroelectricity where she's from, so. Even fixing one up's not an issue. If their generous, petty benefactor has given him a proper fit, then good! If it's some other bullshit, they can just fiddle something out for him.

Lucky to have a girlfriend versed in fixing her own shit.]

I won't open you up to see what's abuzz in your systems or anything here, but your old man and creator can rest easy knowing that you'll be easy to take care of when we go home. You're in good hands.

[ratingspoint]

[God, Cherryblod...]

...Cherryblod decided that he was adopting me for some reason. It's good to know that you have his blessing, though. I guess.

[I mean, it's awkward, but.]

[captainobnoxious]

Usually blessings are given by the gods to newly married couples, but it was that or getting a talk about how he'd basically tear me a new one if I ever hurt you.

[Which... she clearly doesn't need in Cherryblod's opinion.]

... And I figure you're pretty much just the result of him needing someone to fuss over since he doesn't have his daughter here. You're pretty enough for it.

[ratingspoint]

...I actually hope that's all it is.

[As opposed to, you know, Cherryblod genuinely giving a fuck.]

[captainobnoxious]

[Well, bad news there.]

The longer you stay under his wing the more of a chance there is it's something more, just saying. Fussy parents are fiercely against their kids experiencing the outside world. Always worrying if they're dead or just bleeding out.

... Which means that as soon as you and I are off on our own, I'm absolutely dragging your tin ass up to the crags for some combat training against the little things that live there.

[ratingspoint]

I'm not as bad at this as you seem to think, you know.

[captainobnoxious]

Oh, no, honey, I have total faith in your killing abilities, I promise, I just want to show off to you in my element.

... Aaaand I'll be pretty rusty in troll hunting, so. You know. Good exercise to get me back in the tip-top shape I was.