Week 5.

[trustharder]

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!]

Comments

Kitchen

[goodforsomething]

[......oh. Great. Seems like things are already happening too much this morning.]

You oughta run some water on that. [Maybe instead of...whatever it is you're doing.]

[bloodisthicker]

[everything is happening so much right now. It's...

Well, Tarrlok doesn't seem to register that he's being spoken to right off the bat, though he at least manages to stop, uh, laughing. It's another couple seconds before he answers.]

...you're right. It kind of stings.

[...let's... do that, then.]

[goodforsomething]

[It's not a big cut, really, but Stan's going to linger around to watch the process anyway. Because that was, to put it kindly, pretty freaky.]

Bad night?

[bloodisthicker]

[...he remains silent for another moment.]

...have you ever had the vast majority of your lingering questions answered in a manner that was terrible in every conceivable way?

[goodforsomething]

...yeah. Maybe a couple times.

[He doesn't seem inclined to elaborate, instead waiting to see if Tarrlok will.]

[bloodisthicker]

...

["a couple..."]

Well, if it's happened to someone else more than once, I should... probably just suck it up, then...

[goodforsomething]

I wouldn't say that. Just because my luck's always been shit doesn't mean you gotta lie down and take it.

[bloodisthicker]

...oh, well then. I'm... actually pretty sure I brought most of this on myself instead of it just being bad luck, to be honest.

[goodforsomething]

[Stan considers this for a moment, then sighs.]

I'm probably the same, to be honest.

[bloodisthicker]

...I suppose there's something to be said for being able to confront that realization head-on, but honestly, it just makes me want to stare at a wall for a while instead of approaching it productively.

[goodforsomething]

[yeah, he...he knows that feel]

...well, if you wanna get drinkin' this early, I ain't gonna blame ya.

[bloodisthicker]

...I'm not actually sure if I want that or I don't want that. At this particular moment, I'm at least dignified enough that I'm not sobbing on a bar counter.

[goodforsomething]

Suit yourself. Doubt anyone around here could blame ya.

[bloodisthicker]

Oh, I know. I'll... definitely consider it.

[goodforsomething]

...hey, maybe things got better later. These memories are all over the place.

[bloodisthicker]

...

I... really don't think so. It's the kind of thing that you hope plateaus, really.