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!]

Comments

kitchen

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel looks like hell by the time he arrives in the kitchen, but he manages to give a vague smile at Cherryblod, waving at the other man.]

Mornin'.

You... you okay?

[Better to worry about someone else than to dwell on his own dream.]

[cherryblooded]

[Doesn't he know the feeling.]

Not even remotely. Thank you for asking.

[notjustawriter]

It seems like that's going around.

Anything I can do for ya? It's a bit early to be slamming down drinks, but maybe we could look to see if there are any windows up on the new floor.

[cherryblooded]

Was planning on making another twenty omelettes, but I could take a break.

[notjustawriter]

I haven't been up to the newest floor yet, but I'm sure there's plenty to see. At least on the first day.

[cherryblooded]

Maybe there'll be a pool. Could happen.

[He's not getting his hopes up, though.]

[notjustawriter]

A pool?

[That earns a smile.]

Bet you'd enjoy that.

[cherryblooded]

I'd just never leave except to sleep, honestly. You have no idea how much I've missed being in water.

[notjustawriter]

I can imagine.

You probably miss it as much as the most of us miss the sky.

[....]

We'll get out of here.

[cherryblooded]

We will.

[He sounds less and less certain about it by the day.]

[notjustawriter]

Hang in there. We have to stick together, all of us.

[cherryblooded]

That's the only way we'll get out.

[notjustawriter]

[....]

You want to head upstairs, see if there's a pool for you?

[cherryblooded]

Let's do that.

Small>[It'll be a nice surprise if he does get his pool.]

[notjustawriter]

[Time to explore, then! He'll keep chatting as they climb the stairs.]

This is a pretty odd assortment of rooms, don't you think? I keep wondering how it's possible that he's blocking off entire floors.

html why

[cherryblooded]

He might be making them as he goes. It would explain some things.

it's rude

[notjustawriter]

....It would, wouldn't it?

The only question about that is how are people findin' things in these newly created rooms?

It's pretty strange.

[cherryblooded]

True... you wouldn't expect anything from a past game to be left if it was brand new.

[What does all of this mean? He's too tired to figure it out.]

[notjustawriter]

It's a damn confusing mystery. I wish I had an idea what it could all mean.

[cherryblooded]

I'm tired of trying to put the pieces together and failing. ...I'm just tired of all of this.

[notjustawriter]

[He shakes his head.]

We need to find the Kingmaker. That's what we need. Stopping him should be our priority.

[And with that he steps onto the landing for the sixth floor.]

[cherryblooded]

[The room directly across from the stairs is the chemistry lab, so Cherryblod investigates it first.]

Wouldn't want to swim in any of this.

[notjustawriter]

[That... sure is a lot of chemicals.]

This is a disaster waiting to happen.

[cherryblooded]

Right. Imagine knocking something over in here...

[notjustawriter]

It'd be a damn mess! And without proper ventilation, dangerous as hell.

[Not even going to mention how that could probably kill people.]