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

[cherryblooded]

He doesn't seem like the sewing type to me, but people surprise you all the time.

[amygdalae]

Yeah.

[Even more awkward pause here. There's... obviously something Bruce can probably say here, but. He's never been good at these kinds of situations.]

[cherryblooded]

...I'm sorry for being pushy.

[Apologies start with apologies, and Cherryblod recognizes he didn't get anywhere with Bruce the other day.]

[amygdalae]

[And that? That just have Bruce deflating a little, letting out a sigh as he places the shirt back down onto the table.]

I'm sorry for... [Well, everything, really.] I know you were just trying to help.

[cherryblooded]

I was. But it doesn't seem like I managed to.

[Bruce is still master of emotional constipation.]

[amygdalae]

[It is a lifelong skill, cultivated by years of--yeah no he's just an ass when it comes to this.]

No, you-- [Wait that didn't come out right.] I mean yes, you did. Sort of.

[Just probably not how Cherryblod expected him to, but still.]

[cherryblooded]

Sort of is better than nothing.

[amygdalae]

Yeah.

[Yeah, he supposes that's true.]

[cherryblooded]

...Still, there have to be better ways to help you out.

[amygdalae]

...it's fine, I can handle it by myself.

[And really its not like... there's a lot to help out, honestly. Bruce is well aware that most of the issue just stems from himself.]

[cherryblooded]

Well. I guess there's no point in arguing that.

[amygdalae]

I don't mean to... [A pause. How does he phrase it.] I do appreciate your help and your offer, but its something I have to deal with myself.

[cherryblooded]

You're probably right.

...Can I wish you luck, at least?

[That should be inoffensive enough.]

[amygdalae]

[...Bruce really isn't one to believe in luck, but you know what? It doesn't hurt to have it.]

If you want.

[cherryblooded]

Alright then. Good luck, Bruce. I'm sure everyone here would wish you the same.

[Despite the murder thing, the longer time passes, the closer everyone is.]

[amygdalae]

Thank you.

[There's an irony in that, really, the more they lose the closer they all become, somehow, despite knowing that it is probably a bad idea.

But that's just human nature, he supposes. Even he can't be alone forever, as much as he knows he has to be.]

And should you ever need it--I wish you the same back in turn.

[cherryblooded]

Thank you. You're too kind.

[He might need it, someday. Someday soon, if he loses his children in the way that he could so easily lose them.

But he prefers not to think about that.]

[amygdalae]

I think you're the much kinder one.

[He's honestly not as kind or as patient as people think of him as. He's just... better at keeping it up.]

[cherryblooded]

I wonder about that.

[He's kind now, maybe, but how much does that really mean...]

[amygdalae]

People turn to you more. I think that's enough of an indication.

[cherryblooded]

Suppose I can't argue with that too much.