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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: 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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[Sip. Sip.]
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...We all do. Some of us seem to have been from worse straits then this, if you can imagine that. Miss Eide included.
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[even if her methods aren't... exactly the most stable.]
I'm beginning to think my world is having a terrible time of it itself. My dreams haven't exactly been getting any better, week by week. Just more confusing, and filled with worse horrors.
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[Please let him do a better job supporting those who are remaining than he did with the King.
Please.]
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The bloody savagery going on there is unbelievable! First I remember a monster of a man tearing coppers limb from limb, next there's a blighter with knives jumping right out of a bloody horse!
[He lets himself sit forward, shoulders hunched.]
I've been feeling more in the dark as the weeks go by...
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But you're still alright, no matter what happened. It's awful, but... it's something you can recover from.
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He feels the hand on his shoulder, it's a little comforting. A start.]
Somehow we're both still breathing, right? There's a good few people here who are a fair bit stronger and faster then normal. Then there's me.
[He chuckles.]
Guess we're some lucky ones.
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[Home's not in this situation, though.]
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[Home was for another conversation. And this was steadily becoming about him, which he hadn't planned when he walked in here.]
Look at me. I came in here thinking that I'd be talking to you rather then you talking to me. [whoops] How are you feeling then?
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[He takes another sip of his drink.]
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[And hard to picture too. Yeesh.]
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He didn't deserve that. Nobody does.
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...For one thing, I'd like to know what happened to their bodies.