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

[ratingspoint]

It's...

[Uh. Well. It...is. That's the best that can be said right now.]

Well, it looks like it's trying to be one of our rulers? Our former queen. I...think.

[no really the hell is this thing even doing]

[notjustawriter]

[Well, if it's not really...

He's not sure what it was supposed to be, honestly.]

Maybe someone made it as a prank?

[And the Kingmaker stuck it in the machine because he's a jerk. Why not!]

[ratingspoint]

The idea sounds like the sort of thing I would have come up with back home.

[...that much is entirely true, but at the same time, jesus.]

Keep it if you'd like! I don't care either way. But I'm going to assume you don't particularly want the awkward bra you've got...?

[notjustawriter]

[....]

Sure, I can keep it. It'll sit on my desk in my room.

[and uughhh, the bra. He really should have burned the thing.]

Not particularly, no.

[ratingspoint]

I'll take it off your hands if there's anything you want for it.

[...dear god.]

[notjustawriter]

[Sudden mental image of the robot crossdressing.

Why this, Mettaton.]

Er. All right. Take it.

[ratingspoint]

Gladly, sweetheart - you're the best.

[well, uh, he's going to be crossdressing tomorrow, so it will not be solely a mental image for long!

...thankfully it will not involve the bra.]

[notjustawriter]

[Mettaton, why.]

You see anything else you're interested in?