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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[it reminds her fondly of home

He'll get a flask of gin slid to him though, Sigrun kicking her feet onto the table afterwards.]

Drink up and prove your worth.

[... But when he does:]

How's it going with your crush?

[ Gin, what gin, do you mean the gin he just spit on the counter?? THANKS. ]

Uh-- [ urk. ] Huh?

[ Eloquence. ]

You heard me, kitten, have you and him gotten any closer to the goal?

...what's the goal?

Me and bombshell, obviously.

Oh.

[ ... ]

No, and we won't get there.

Not with that attitude! I'm getting you at least a kiss by the time we get out of here.

Please leave me and my "love life" alone, Miss Sigrun. [ He even does the air quotes! ] Nothing needs to happen--I'm fine with just being friends.

[ Actually, he's already accepted just being friends! ...Mostly. Sort of. Ngh. ]

[That won't do, she and Cherry are working together to meddle.]

You helped me out, kitten, least I could do is payback the favor.

[ Double murder. ]

That's only if I want your help in the first place. [ Siiip. He's... he's not drunk enough to deal with this conversation, good lord. He'll probably never be because he's a responsible drinker first and foremost. ]

Your lackluster love life aside, are you two better now? You've been pretty chummy since the trial.

[ thanks for getting off this topic-- ]

Yeah. I cheered him up after the trial and told him he could come talk to me anytime he'd like. [ ...it was nice. ] I think it'd be nice if we could get some hair dye or bleach for him--he's worried he'll look stupid when his roots really start showing.

[...........]

Wait.

Are you saying that's not his natural hair color?

[ .......... ]

Yes?

[....................]

Then teach is so lying to me! She said her hair was natural, which is totally crazy, and that just proves it!

[Sigrun's feet slam onto the ground the same time her hands do on the table, shaking empty bottles.]

And if it's true that her hair's natural, even if lazybone's isn't... How can I trust anyone's hair color if they're human and not me?

[ GOODNESS gracious, he's leaning away. ]

You could ask them if they're natural or dyed, and then just--believe them? Maybe purple hair is normal in some other... world, or something? [ ??? ]