trusthell | 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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[Later in the day the klaxons will go off. At first it's just a short burst, followed by a longer one that abruptly cuts off. Finally there's a third that lasts for a little longer.

That sure was a thing, wasn't it.]

[....If Speedwagon was even a little drowsy before, then he certainly wasn't now. And now his brain is slowly registering the inherent panic of those alarms. If they're going off, then what could that possibly...

Even Speedwagon is panicking now as he rushes out of the kitchen.]

Oi! Just what was that?!

[Please don't be another body. Please...]

The hell?!

[The only time he hears those in the middle of the day, it only means one thing...]

Edited 2016-03-29 21:32 (UTC)

[Well, anyone near the music room will hear any playing on the piano that was previously happening come to a really, really abrupt stop - it's in that crashing, cacophonous sort of way that tends to happen when you startle someone that's already not the greatest on piano half to death.]

Already...?

[That is...probably not the first thing that should have slipped out of his mouth, given that someone may well actually be dead or something; there's a pause before he seems to realize that he's never heard that particular pattern before and...just gets up off the bench and starts yelling at the intercom, because apparently Robot Yells At Clouds is something that's going to happen today.]

Are you okay?

[...Also probably not the first question he should have thought to ask, but you know what, here we are.]

What the hell?

[Stan pokes his head out of the incinerator room downstairs.] Is someone fuckin' dead already?

We need to do a headcount.

Yeah, yeah, let's go check around. That ain't the same sound it makes when there's a body, but who knows what's up.

I can't believe this has happened now. It was bad enough when it was always on a Friday.

That was weird though, right? We oughta start stickin' closer together Thursday nights.

It was definitely strange. No announcement of any kind, not even "whoops, my bad! I fell asleep on the buttons."

I don't think he'd admit it. Sounds likely though - how long can ya really sit and watch a bunch of screens?

It'd be pretty funny.

I wonder if he has security cameras in his hideout that showed him collapsing.

Shit, I'd pay him to see that!

I wonder if he's got an entertainment room around here somewhere. He's already given us an arcade, why not a movie theatre, too?

Wouldn't that be nice? Gotta say, I've more or less run outta stuff to do around here. I'm thinkin' about paintin' all the walls just to make it less drab.

The colors are pretty terrible, but maybe we should start paintin' the hallways.

We could even request more paint from him if we run out!

Maybe he'd just refill it like the food? We'd just have to watch out for the fumes, usin' that much in here...

A little at a time, maybe? There's no ventilation, so we'll have to be careful.

That'd be best. If nothin' else we'll make Mettaton take over.

[He's not entirely sure he can make Mettaton do anything, but fuck it.]

[...Well, you know]

He might like it if he's allowed to pick the colors. I know he said he redecorated his own room.

I need somethin' other than pink and glitter in my life.

Maybe we could mix some of the colors together? Might get something halfway decent that way.

...maybe. But no glitter. None of us'll ever get it outta our clothes again.

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[Yosuke yelps and stumbles over himself, almost going right into the dinning room trash]

What the hell?!

This has to be a joke!

[No way! Did somebody get killed already? It was a tempting motive, but Mouri didn't think somebody would try anything so soon!]