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!]

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SWAP MEAT

[goodforsomething]

[In the morning, Stan slips a (actually pretty nicely done) flyer underneath everybody's door:

SWAP MEET IN THE DINING HALL @ 3:00

COME GET RID OF YOUR JUNK BY TRADING IT FOR DIFFERENT JUNK!

That done, he retrieves some materials from upstairs and spends a little while sitting in the incinerator room. That punching bag of his has been seeing a lot more use lately; it needs some repairs!

Come Swap Meet time, Stan sets up in the dining hall with his pile of stuff. Anything laid out is up for grabs, though he seems to have set a photograph aside for a particular purpose. Near the door, there's also a cardboard box labeled DONATE TO THE KINGMAKER! It currently contains two kokeshi doll vibrators.

After the swap meet ends, Stan can be found back upstairs in the art room. At first, he doesn't seem to be actually working on anything; he wanders around, gets out supplies and puts them back, and even fiddles with the kiln once or twice. Eventually, though, he settles down in a corner of the room with a sketchpad.]

swap meeeeet

[cherryblooded]

[Oh, thank goodness.

Cherryblod lugs out all of his junk out to the dining hall - it takes him a couple trips. Anything in front of him is up for grabs, and he honestly doesn't need a trade at this point. Just take anything.

Please. His room is so full, you don't even know.]

[captainobnoxious]

[HMMMMM.

FLOWERS.

The cherry blossom branch especially has Sigrun's interest, though she's trying not to be too interested in it because her intentions could not be clearer. The rose stuff would also be on her menu of things to take but-- well, a certain someone has enough roses, in her opinion, they might get boring if she keeps giving him them.

... Maybe...]

Yooou have a lot of stuff. Like, wow.

[Definitely not interested in the branch though. Nope. That guy's probably got plenty of them anyway.]

[prismbloom]

[ .... that's a lot of stuff, Cherryblod. ]

Would you be willing to part with a pair of roller slippers?

[ratingspoint]

You know, I'm wondering if there's even anything we can trade you at this point, you seem to have everything.

[ignorantly]

...Holy shit, that's a lot of stuff.

[ SO MUCH JUNK, CHERRY.... ]

swap meet swap meet

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel is milling about in the dinning hall as well, with a pile of things neatly on the table. See anything that's yours? Feel free to ask him about it!]

[ratingspoint]

[...Oh, what the hell is that -

Hopefully you don't mind him picking up the...plush...thing there and turning it over a bit in his hands.]

You know, I'm not sure if I'm flattered or horrified?

[isafraid]

[...Wait, is that. But it can't be...]

Blimey! [Speedy's rushing over, a few items of his own still in his arms as he jabs a finger at the derby on the table.] Where'd you find that?

[captainobnoxious]

[... Well, don't mind if she looks through his stuff, picking out the star sand, the bamboo sword, the plush, and the flashlight.]

I don't think I have a single thing to trade you, but can I have all this stuff? I'll give you a story sometime in exchange.

That Swap Meat

[amygdalae]

[Bruce drops his own kokeshi doll vibrators in silent support of what Stan is doing, then proceeds to neatly put his items to trade up for display at a table of his own. There's also an accompanying list of what every item is, too, complete with attempted sketches of each thing.

...also, if he looks like he hasn't slept for two days, you may be largely correct.]

[goodforsomething]

Doc, are you -

[Stan was coming over to address the obvious lack of sleep thing, but he stops up short upon seeing that journal sitting on the table.]

...seriously?

[notjustawriter]

[Well, he was going to come over to chide Bruce for not sleeping, but then he notices the talisman.]

....the Kingmaker's a real jackass, isn't he?

[captainobnoxious]

[-- THERE'S ANOTHER CATERPILLAR she's taking both. And the clackers. And the antique doll, for whatever reason.

... And the earmuffs, which she's putting on herself.]

You don't mind just giving this stuff to me, do you doctor? Also, you should take care of yourself, we can't have you dropping dead yet.

Re: SWAP MEAT

[sleepingkogoro]

[Huh. This is a pile of stuff, and there is a box here. The label on the box gets Mouri's attention, who peeks inside the container. May as well take a look before going over the objects available]

...are these what I think they are? Tell me the vending machine isn't full of those.

[prismbloom]

Many of us have received at least one, I think.

SWAP SWAP SWAP

[penduli]

[ ...Black, admittedly, does not have a ton of things. There's some he's carefully placing on the tables, but not a lot. Also by his pile is a handwritten sign that says "If you don't want your creepy pens, put them here." Apparently he's showing good will by taking those nolo pens off everyone's hands.

...he doesn't get a lot of things and there's a good bit he's keeping for reasons. Though actually, the bedazzled bra is going into the cardboard box. Unless someone really, really wants it. FIRST COME, FIRST SERVE; if someone takes it instead of letting him toss it in, this doesn't apply. ]

[ratingspoint]

...Oh. Thank god. Someone who actually likes those creepy pens.

[...He's got two of them, you can have them.]

SWAP MEET FUCK YES

[ratingspoint]

[...You know what, he is totally here to trade his junk for different junk.

He's got an acceptable amount of junk there, at any rate, and he'll just kind of have it on the table with a sign nearby that reads MAKE ME AN OFFER, I DON'T EVEN CARE; some of his stuff is for Sigrun but a good amount of it is fair game, so have at.]

[prismbloom]

[ but can he use half this stuff, let's be real ]

Do you even need that many pairs of scissors, Mettaton?

[ she's only half-joking ]

[uro_cyon]

[ ...something he actually recognizes, it's a miracle.]

The matchbook, what do you want for it?

the meeting of swap

[prismbloom]

[ Aqua's amassed not quite as much as the others, but she still has... a lot of stuff. Please take it off her hands, she doesn't know what to do with half of it. ]

[captainobnoxious]

[Ooooooh.

Oooooooooooh.

Sigrun's taking the clackers. Clackclackclackclackclackclackclack--]

Why're you giving this up? It's so cool! And what's this?

[The uh. The straitjacket. Oh god.]

meeting for swapping

[isafraid]

[Excellent. After everything Speedwagon had just gathered from another trip to the vending machine, he was ready to hand at least some of this over to someone else.

He's got a lot of stuff here. It actually takes him a few trips, but soon enough he's there. Ready to trade... or just for you to take his stuff. Who even needs a whip.]

[goodforsomething]

[Stan's pretty quick to make his way over once Speedwagon's got his stuff set up.]

Hey! Got somethin' of yours. [He proffers the photograph.]