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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MEETING, THE SIXTH EDITION

[amygdalae]

[It's weird how routine it is now, how everyone seems to be expecting these meetings. There's a weird sense of responsibility attached to it and Bruce, for better or for worse, is doing his best to embrace it. Over a month now, and already half of them gone--they need to stop this, before even more of them are gone.

He's up bright and early - or rather, he hasn't been sleeping again for the whole night, so if anybody sees bags under his eyes again that is why. Just as with every other week the usual notice for the meeting is duct taped to the bulletin board right after the morning alarm - its back to its more normal schedule now of 11AM at the dining hall.

Before the meeting Bruce will be in the kitchen making lunch for everyone in the meeting later - its routine too now, at this point. Today's meal is some potatoes and pork, vegetables and also rice. Or fries and salad, for those who prefer a more western approach.

All of that is on the table for people to take as they wish with the plates and bowls set on the side; once everyone has their food and is settled Bruce again cracks out his Ubiquitous Notebook and starts the meeting.]

Let's start. Anybody with something to bring up or to discuss, please voice it out here so that we're all up to date.


[After the meeting Bruce spends some time in the dining hall doing a quick initial draft of the meeting minutes and summary to pass to Black once more. When he's done with that he spends time in the kitchen to clean up, and for pretty much the rest of the day after that he's all the way up at the sixth floor occupying himself again between the chemistry lab and the infirmary.

...except again, after nighttime, where Bruce now hides himself in the library with a stack of books next to him, but he isn't reading any of those; instead he's got his mobile phone out again (already down to half battery), staring at the screen as he swipes through the assortment of photos that are apparently on it.]

library

[ratingspoint]

[Mettaton has been...generally keeping himself occupied with things that aren't DDR lately, because apparently all the high-impact stuff here and wandering around on concrete isn't good for keeping his joints in one piece, who the hell knew. But in general he seems to be doing fine, and he'll wander into the library eventually as he's just sort of making rounds of the building, as he does sometimes because what is sleep even.]

...Oh, hi, sweetheart. Somehow I didn't think you would still be awake.

[...That's a tactful way of trying to imply that you look like shit, Bruce, please get some sleep.]

[amygdalae]

[Its not hard to hear somebody approaching him, and Bruce turns over to see Mettaton when the other approaches closer, one hand already quick to switch off the screen of his phone. Gotta save some battery, after all.]

Can't quite bring myself to sleep. [Says with a small shrug. Ever since King... since he's gone Bruce hasn't really had the best time. And now the dreams have made it worse.]

[ratingspoint]

You've been having problems with that, right? For a while.

[It's not really a question, despite the phrasing.]

It's kind of worrying, you know?

[amygdalae]

What, the fact that I can't sleep?

[Just kind of... shrugs again.]

I've had this problem long before any of this, so don't worry about me. I can deal with it.

[ratingspoint]

You know what one of the really annoying things is about this place? And I mean really annoying. People tend to not stop with the whole worrying thing just because you tell them to.

[And that's...it's a lot gentler than it could have been.]

meeting

[captainobnoxious]

[Someone looks like she had a fun night, bandages wrapped around her head and a certain lean in her form as she sits on a table with some pork and potatoes. Don't worry, this'll be cleared up soon.]

So. The kitchen door fights back.

[... because this is the topic we're opening up on today]

Re: meeting

[sleepingkogoro]

Are you saying it has some sort of security system? You look terrible!

[I think the right words you meant to say were "I injured myself attacking a freaking door", Sigrun]

[captainobnoxious]

I'm fine. This is nothing.

[It could've been worse.]

And no, it's just really hard. I did my best to try and get a hole into it last night since there's no rule against that and everything just kind of came back at me.

[While her boyfriend watched.]

[sleepingkogoro]

[Well isn't said boyfriend kind of a dick]

What were you using that hurt you so much when everything bounced back?!

[captainobnoxious]

[Nah he's the best.]

A flail.

[notjustawriter]

.....Are you okay?

[All those bandages point to no. He looks vaguely concerned.]

[captainobnoxious]

Perfectly fine. Never had a better day.

[... Mostly...]

Re: meeting

[amygdalae]

...please don't do anything reckless like that again.

[Just chiming in here, after everything else.

Sigrun... why.]

[captainobnoxious]

We'll see how I feel at the end of the week and decide from there. I might need something that strong to wail on.

[Something that won't give. Even, well, if it ends up hurting her in kind.]

But until then, I'll try to resist nature's calling.

[amygdalae]

You could find less dangerous ways to vent out your frustrations.

[God knows how much Bruce has been doing that himself.]

[captainobnoxious]

Nah, this works. I'll just make sure I always have someone with me in case I can't walk straight.

[As usual, no go on the sane advice.

... Plus, that is legitimately Sigrun's idea of a good date with Mettaton, so. Gonna continue it.]

meeting!

[penduli]

[ Once Sigrun's had her... moment....... Black, not eating anything and generally looking more subdued than usual, clears his throat to get everyone's attention. ]

Did anyone get anything out of the Kingmaker about what was up with those klaxons last week? [ coz that was weird man ] He just told me, "Maybe I felt like setting them off."

[ aka "it isn't important" ]

And—sort of unrelated but, did anyone find anything interesting while looking around either? [ Since we had uh. Findings sharing time last week. Might as well ask now. ]

[garudynamic]

I didn't find anything but the Kay-em told me basically the same thing. I asked him if he like, fell asleep on them or something but he pretty much blew me off.

[notjustawriter]

He told me the same thing as well.

He didn't sound very concerned about it, whatever happened.

[penduli]

I suppose it's nothing to worry about then. It's not like he hasn't been a jerk for no reason before, after all.

[notjustawriter]

The way I see it, there are two possibilities: he did it completely on accident and doesn't want to admit it, or he did it because he felt like it.

Either way, it fits his "jerk for no reason" persona.

[captainobnoxious]

[..................]

Well, shit.

[What.]

[penduli]

[ ............................ ]

Miss Sigrun?

[captainobnoxious]

I forgot something in my room.