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

[sleepingkogoro]

Oh. That.

[Shrug]

To be honest I wouldn't have noticed it either if you hadn't started to grill Yato-san about he being a god of fortune. It was a lucky moment, that is all.

[cherryblooded]

I couldn't get him to admit to anything. All I did was make myself angry.

Better to be lucky and average in skill than skilled and unlucky.

[sleepingkogoro]

...when you put it like that I can't disagree.

[Lucky moment or not it still happened and kind of led to Yato being caught. Even if Mouri doesn't feel he did much there, there was still a good ending.

May as well be grateful for his own luck]

I have also been thinking of what other things I could do if I don't do more detective work back at home. To be honest the list is...very short. I don't have many skills I could use, even if this Vault is a good place to experiment.

Overall I think I'm kind of a loss of what I can do if everything goes wrong. It'd be good to have a plan B, I think.

[cherryblooded]

Did you always want to be a detective, when you were younger? Most people have more than one dream in their lives.

[He should know.]

If not, you could always take classes as a way of getting more skills.

[sleepingkogoro]

I know I did always want to have a job in the police department. I used to be assigned to a couple departments, working together with other inspectors...

[Simpler times overall]

Most of what I'm good at came from the training I received. Other than that I have some artistic skills, but nobody survives as an artist.

[Mouri does have artistic sense - for example he managed to make a pile of can of beers that, when shone upon with a light, would show his wife's silhouette in the shadow - but he is no artist. No way he could do anything with that]

[cherryblooded]

[He can't really picture Kogoro as a starving artist.]

Then I recommend going back to school. It's never too late to learn something new, and you might discover an interest in a field you hadn't previously considered.

[sleepingkogoro]

That will be the best plan, I suppose. Better be ready and have something else to do.

...

[Another drink]

Eide-san is teaching me to play the flute.

[He comments that as if it were something unbelievable]

[cherryblooded]

[It's pretty surprising, more that he agreed than that she was willing and able to teach.]

How's that going?

[sleepingkogoro]

...surprisingly well. I had my doubts at the beginning - the flute, really? - but somehow I'm doing well with that.

[He even has it with him right now. Mouri makes a melodramatic gesture with the gracefulness of a drunk. Yeah, all that alcohol is starting to take its toll]

But never ask Eide-san to sing you a story. It won't be pretty at aaaall.

[cherryblooded]

It was about her gruesomely slaughtering some trolls, wasn't it?

[What else would Sigrun sing about, really.]

[sleepingkogoro]

You bet it was.

[Mouri takes out the flute and blows on it. Fweeee]

In the heat of the summer some troll ran around
something something something rhyme
Sigrun the Brave and her merry band
swooped in and kicked his ass
They clanged until it died
something something I think there was blood

[Not even close, god damn it. Yeah, he doesn't remember it. He was too in shock and he is too drunk to recall it well enough]

It also included like eleven lines praising herself.

[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod chuckles and claps as if that had been an actually good song and not half-remembered.]

I'm sure it'll top the charts once you learn how to play it.

[sleepingkogoro]

[Now you did get Mouri to laugh. It is a bit too loud but it is sincere.

After he calms down he puts the flute away and stands up.]

...Cherryblod-san, thank you for coming here. I don't feel anymore like there's nothing to be done about anything. I really needed to talk with someone.

[cherryblooded]

Any time. Can't do much besides supporting everyone else, but I'd like to think I'm good at that.

[He's not the best at investigations, or in piecing together evidence in the trials. But he can keep everyone from going off the deep end.]

[sleepingkogoro]

That is something very important to do. Weeeeell done.

[Mouri staggers to the entrance of the bar]

I know my limits and I'm going to faint until tomorrow in like ten minutes so I better get going. Byeee≃

[And there he goes, to his bedroom. It's a good thing he's a very experienced drinker, one can trust him not to lie in a corner of the Music Room and sleep there. See you tomorrow, shrimpy. Hopefully you're not the victim!]