Week 6.

[trustharder]

WEEK 6 The number of Survivors left is dropping at a quick pace; the King got what he wanted, for better or for worse; Tarrlok and Lynne were victims of both fate and some sort of magic that most in the Vault still don't quite understand, and Misa Amane has been executed, not for her particular brand of "justice", but for murdering two innocent people. It's been a bad week. However, 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 sixth floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; you've done well. You've earned it. SURVIVORS REMAINING: 14

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week six 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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[ratingspoint]

[So. It seems our weekends are just absolutely destined to suck from here on out; maybe he'll go back to determinedly smashing things later in the week, but for now Mettaton is still kind of in the general state of NOT FEELING UP TO IT RIGHT NOW SORRY and as such he's going to be very determinedly in the music room early today, starting at stupid o'clock at night and running well into morning. There's not much point in letting himself get out of practice, anyway, though he keeps coming back to fairly familiar things the longer he stays here.

If you end up with that absolute bastardization of Korobeiniki in your head for the rest of the day, I am so sorry. (Mettaton isn't, but still.)

Otherwise, he can be found in the dining hall later on, though as usual he's not eating anything; instead, he's standing balanced with one of his legs braced up on a table, one of those toolkits from storage out on said table next to him. Looks like he's fucking around with both one of the screwdrivers and his damn ankle – it's not like anything is broken, but minor repairs are probably a good idea given that he's been doing nothing but DDR and running up and down like five flights of stairs for the past several days and it's not like he's got Alphys here to fix things for him if he utterly fucks something up.

...He's also doing this out in the open because if he does manage to utterly fuck something up, it's probably for the best that he does it somewhere he's easily found and not, like, locked in his room or something. So. Minor robot surgery out in the open it is.

He's not in nearly as bad a mood as he was during the afterparty, but he's still in varying stages of shitshow throughout the day; it's a bit hard to tell whether it's because of Misa or...whatever happened in his head last night, but it doesn't really matter as far as he's concerned – after all, the result is going to be the same either way.

He'll be in Room 13 again eventually, though; he'll have the door open, despite the fact that he's on the bed again, either texting furiously again or just kind of...staring blankly at the several inches of dead space in front of his face. He's okay, generally, just kind of listless; normally he'd be trying to deal with it by lying on the floor, but apparently that's alarming and so he'll refrain for now.]

Dining Hall

[goodforsomething]

...didn't you say you don't really know how to do your own repairs?

[Stan seems a little suspicious of this activity.]

[ratingspoint]

[Well, if it's any consolation, you are looking not at a hidden skillset, but rather at someone who is out of fucks to give.]

There's no time like the present to learn, sweetheart!

[...he's gonna hurt himself one of these days.]

[goodforsomething]

[He looks doubtful, but he and Mettaton aren't quite close and he really was just passing on his way to get lunch...]

Well, lemme know if you screw it up. I know a little bit about weird...magic machine things.

[ratingspoint]

...What sort of weird magic machines are we talking?

[He thinks he heard something about mind-control bowties or something once?]

[goodforsomething]

The kind that people build when they can't just leave things alone.

[Apparently not anything Stan is well-disposed towards. But, well, he wouldn't have brought it up if he wasn't willing to tell. It doesn't matter anymore in general, especially not here.]

Portals that go through dimensions. Tricky stuff.

Room 13

[cherryblooded]

Hello, dear.

[Don't mind him just joining Mettaton on the bed there. He's not asking for permission to enter today, despite that it might be a good idea.]

[ratingspoint]

[...He very much minds being joined, actually, but at the very least he's not going to flat-out say so to Cherryblod's damn face. He'll be amiable as always, if a bit superficially so.

It's better than just kind of staring at nothing, anyway.]

Well, good evening, sweetheart! Did you want something, or...?

[cherryblooded]

Frankly could use a hug about now, if that's alright.

[At least with Mettaton and him semi-fighting right now, he'll ask first.]

[ratingspoint]

Did something happen?

[It's neither a yes nor a no.]

[cherryblooded]

My wife and daughter are in the middle of a sea that gets inside of you when you're vulnerable and corrupts you until there's nothing left of the person you used to be except your face and I have no idea if they're going to be alright or if they're already turned into horrors -

So yes. That happened.

music room

[garudynamic]

[He had seen Mettaton playing shortly after he woke up- and as the morning went on he kept peeking in, waiting for him to finish so Yosuke could do the same.

So much so that by the end that `bastardization of Korobeiniki` is certainly settled right into his brain. He's done, he's going in regardless!

Hi Mettaton, you have company fiddling with the guitars]

[ratingspoint]

[...Don't worry, the aggressive spamming of not-quite-Tetris-A will stop eventually, albeit in that abrupt cacophonous sort of way that implies he wasn't expecting to hear something else all of a sudden.]

Oh...hello, darling, have you been there long?

[...Yosuke, are you wearing his goddamn cousin's headphones today.]

[garudynamic]

[He certainly is! Though he doesn't realize they actually BELONG to anyone here. They are black and VERY HIGH QUALITY even if he has nothing to plug them into yet. So they are just hanging around his neck]

Not too long, sorry if I spooked you.

[ratingspoint]

[...He's going to resist the urge to bury his face in his hands, goddamn.]

Not at all, sweetheart! Don't worry about it.

[VALIANTLY. RESISTING. URGE.]

The headphones are cute; where did you get them?

[garudynamic]

Cherryblod got them from the vending machine! There's no player, but at least my head doesn't feel so exposed now.

[He ponders over the guitars for a second more, settling on one of the acoustics- not having the drive to drag out an amp]

room 13

[captainobnoxious]

[Because why wouldn't your girlfriend come to invite you out to possibly the stupidest thing she's ever done, late at night when most people oughta be sleeping. That is, she has a morningstar flail in one hand and no hesitation in kneeling down beside his bed, tapping on his heart panel.]

Wanna come watch me do something super cool? Or are you too busy with whatever you're doing to spend some quality one-on-one with me, this flail, and a door that won't open?

[ratingspoint]

[...oh my god

did christmas come early because- ]

Oh, what kind of question is that.

[captainobnoxious]

[She knew he'd be up for it.

... And she doesn't like him seeming listless or down or anything like that, so this is perfect.]

I figure it's about time that I crack open that kitchen to see what he's hiding from us at night. And this baby's gonna help me do it. It's just a door after all.

[So. She's gonna take his hand, if that's more than okay, and we're going to go on a sparkling adventure to the locked up kitchen.]

[ratingspoint]

Somehow I doubt this is going to be anywhere near that easy.

[Of course that's more than okay. And holy shit, we are not even just going, this is some straight-up gallivanting action up in here.]

[captainobnoxious]

[Oh, good, he's excited to see something get smashed.]

It will be! It's just that no one's tried since they're all too scared of punishment. Besides, the rules basically only said that we can't be in the locked areas, not that we can't knock a hole into the door to see what's inside. The loophole's perfect.

[She's got this Figured Out, apparently, swinging her flail with such confidence you'd never think this is like her third time using one.]

♫ music room ♫

[penduli]

[ ...that's such a catchy song. Thankfully, Black is not in the habit of sneaking up on people (unless they're Yosuke), even if he is temporarily in the habit of sneaking around today.

So, after a quick look around to make sure that no one he's aggressively avoiding today is actually nearby— ]

Having fun, Mettaton?

[ ...and we do not have anything to shove in his face today, yes, this is not the kitchen, he assumes he's safe from Mettaton Tries To Cook With Ordinary Ingredients for the moment. He'll also come join him by the piano and... he has his piano learning books with him but apparently they're not going to get used, since someone else is using the piano for the moment. ]

[ratingspoint]

[...Don't worry, Black, it's not like the piano is made of fondant or anything. He does not have anything mildly terrifying to put in your face!

He'll also chill a bit with the bastard child of Tetris-A for the sake of conversation.]

Of course, sweetheart! As much as possible, anyway.

Doing all right this morning...?

[penduli]

Not really. [ He can admit that much, that's fine!

And he sort of looks like he's gonna say something, but no, let's go the excuse route. ]

I opted to clean up the chapel by myself last night, so I didn't actually get that much sleep. You know Miss Sigrun'll just drag people out of their rooms if she can manage it, and I didn't want to get griped at by her, so I decided to not chance sleeping in either.

[ This is the flimsiest fucking thing, don't call him out on it, he's already established you have the emotional depth perception of a teaspoon and he doesn't need to be proven wrong. ]

What are you playing?

[ratingspoint]

[He notices. Don't think that he doesn't. Just the same, he's willing to let it go for now; people don't seek him out for deep thoughts and emotional bonding, after all, they seek him out for distractions.]

It's something that plays in the background of a lot of my shows! Not all of them, I have different themes depending on what I'm doing that day, but this is one of my favorites.