trusthell | Week 5.

Week 5.

WEEK 5
Three more have joined the deceased this past week. Taichi Yagami was punished for breaking a rule, Megumi Sakura was killed, and Norman Bates... well, the less said about Norman, the better.

A third of you are dead now; your losses are becoming more and more evident with each passing week.

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 fifth floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; you'll probably need the distraction after the last trial.

~~SURVIVORS REMAINING: 18~~

SURVIVORS REMAINING: 17

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week five 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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[holy shit]

Don't read my mind. That's a total invasion of privacy. Why do you think so though?

Sorry, sorry. It's just what I'd do in your position, if I was the leader without a clear chain of command.

But you know that I play favorites, and leaders shouldn't do that. I'm too emotional and hardheaded when certain buttons are pushed - I might have been able to keep myself from wringing someone's neck during the last trial, but that's not a guarantee for the future if things get worse. The respect I have here is too reliant on a secret - besides the person who already knows and despises me, if I was leader and they found out, that'd ruin all of my credibility as someone who doesn't want anyone else here to die.

It's too risky. There's someone better, I'm sure.

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

Like I'm not? Jeez, Cherrybear, where've you been? I might not have a secret the same as yours [though she feels like hers is a heavy one to carry anyway, even if it'll pass through to a bathroom soon enough,] but I'm the paragon of leadership otherwise, every emotional and hardheaded and stubborn piece of me.

And like I said: your past is the past. You don't want anyone to die now, not even whoever it is that hates you for your secret, right? Playing favorites is... a normal person thing, or so I'm told.

That's true... [He can't argue with any of that.]

Mm, but I wouldn't feel right just taking your role up without any discussion. Don't think I'd manage as well as you would. I'll do what I can, if it comes to that, but I'd rather put it to a vote or something.

No one's going to manage as good as I do. That's just fact. I'm the best of the best, no one could possibly do better, and there will be a grand celebration at my passing if there is one. I won't stand for any of this quiet mourning stuff.

[... Just so he knows.]

I talked about it with the doctor anyway. I figure that if anything happens to me, you all should come together as a group and not just rely on one person or plan on how to deal with this stuff. There's always gotta be someone who's gonna have to do what I've done in the past and step up, sure, but I'm positive there's a few people who'll cut an arm if they need to. Otherwise...

You all just fill in each other's weakness. And then you'll probably be someone half as good as I am. I'm not looking to die anytime soon, but it's good to keep in mind just in case. Got all that?

Got it. Think we can manage that.

[He smiles fondly.] If you do pass, we'll break into the best of the alcohol and get drunk telling stories of how amazing you were.

[She grins in reply, though a yawn breaks it and she pats around on her person for something.]

Glad to hear it, that's what I'm talking about. [-- Ah, here it is, a flask. She may be keeping these on her now.] Don't let that stupid robot be by himself either. He's got a bad habit of just shutting off and not wanting to talk about shit, as you know, so he should be the one that's partying about me most of all.

[Take care of him, she means. But her tongue feels a little too heavy to say it.]

Can't exactly make him get drunk with us, but I'll make sure he parties and doesn't close himself off too much.

...Unless he gets drunk off of oil, or something like that.

I don't know. You can embarrass him if you...

[...]

Nevermind. Just keep his spirits up, even if he can't get drunk.

You won't even tell me how to embarrass my own son? You're cruel.

It's a se-cret. I can't have you embarrassing him if I just found out about it myself!

[Though she's looking really giddy about it anyway. Try it. Ask. Pry a little. Convince her. She's dying to say something.]

I'll make you smoked salmon again if you tell me.

[Does bribery work?]

[It sure does.]

Kissing.

[On one hand, that's unfair, he can't do that. On the other hand-]

That's adorable!

I know! I'm going to kiss him every chance I get just to see if he stays that way or gets used to it.

[She may enjoy embarrassing him a little too much. And Mettaton's a glutton for smoochy punishment anyway.]

Even asking him about it makes him stumble over his words! It's actually really cute!

That is the cutest thing I have ever heard of. Please continue doing that, he needs some embarrassment in his life.

[This is the best day he's had in a while.]

Oh don't worry, I plan on it. And I really want to see if he'll smooch me first sometime.

[... Since she's been the one initiating it... Not that she has an issue with it, honestly, but it'd just be kind of adorable for him to try.]

He might someday! Tell me as soon as he does how adorable it was.

There's no one else I'd rather tell.

[Since Black seems weirdly weirded out by her talking about things like that.]

We're okayish now, by the way. If you've been dying to know. Neither of us apologized for anything [did anyone expect them to] and we ended up just "stargazing" in his room until I fell asleep.

[... and she kissed him... and his soul...... she smooched the ghost]

He's a stubborn asshole, but I like that about him.

I'm glad you two made up. Knew you would, but it's nice to hear.

[He doesn't think there was a lot to apologize for on either side. It's just one of those things.]

[Yeah, well. You know. Could've. Didn't.]

... Is it alright if the reason's as stupid as that I wanted to be able to hang out with him still? Because I got really tired of not seeing him. It still feels stupid. Kind of.

That's not a stupid reason. Arguing with your significant other feels terrible because you love them, even when they're frustrating you to no end, and you just want it to stop.

[...... love..... misa mentioned something like that too]

I guess hundred of years would teach you that nicely, huh. Well, if you say it's not stupid then I'll believe you.

[It's just kind of uncomfortable talking about this right now okay this is still a Thing she's getting really used to.]

[One thing Cherryblod and Misa can still agree on.]

The important thing is that you dealt with it, in whatever way you decided to deal with it, and moved on. Every couple has disagreements. Even Doloz and I do.

[If their relationship can be rebuilt on Sigrun's lovelife please let it be.]

Past the time she beat your ass?

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