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

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.

[isafraid]

A flail from the vending machine?!

[Sigrun...]

[captainobnoxious]

Yup. I'm pretty sure the door did more to it than it did to the door, too, so now I'm down a weapon.

[So saddening, she knows.]

If any of you managed to get a flamethrower sometime, let me know, we'll try melting it.

[isafraid]

I... I can't say if that's much of a waste.

[Besides, the machine's spitting weapons out at them all the time. Why they're not disposing of them, Speedwagon doesn't understand.]

You could get one from the Kingmaker most like. Although... it would mean you'd have to commit a murder.

[captainobnoxious]

[Don't dispose of the weapons just give them to the Viking.]

Oh, I'd be committing a murder alright.

A murder of his decor.

[ratingspoint]

...Darling, I got one of those flails from the machine, you can have mine if you miss yours.

[Thanks, Mettaton.]

[captainobnoxious]

[Awww. That's her dearest.]

Thanks, honey, I'll be sure to pick it up.

[sleepingkogoro]

Let me get this straight: you managed to hit yourself multiple times with a spiked flail and you survived?

[Is this for real?]

[captainobnoxious]

Of course! I'm not killable!

[Who the hell do you think you're talking to, Mouri. Look at her.]

[sleepingkogoro]

...I don't know if I should be impressed, horrified or worried about your sanity.

[Greatly leaning towards the third one. Hitting your head with a flail can't have helped fix that]

[captainobnoxious]

[She probably shouldn't be as up as she wants to be today, no, but this is fine. She has a Duty to everyone. Rest can... come when she's dead, frankly speaking, or decides that laying around is appropriate.]

I don't see why you'd be anything but the first. Your great and brave leader can't be killed by mortal means, who else can protect you better than someone who just won't die? You all can just stand behind me if something happens.

[notjustawriter]

.....Are you okay?

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

[captainobnoxious]

Perfectly fine. Never had a better day.

[... Mostly...]

[notjustawriter]

If you say so.

How did you get so injured anyway?

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.]

[amygdalae]

[Dates usually don't involve getting physically hurt, in his experience.

...not that his experience amounts to much.]

...I don't think 'can't walk straight' should be a good indicator by itself.

[How about DON'T EVEN DO THIS.]

[captainobnoxious]

[IN SOME PEOPLE'S MINDS, NOT BEING ABLE TO WALK STRAIGHT WOULD BE AN INDICATOR OF A GREAT TIME]

I won't die because of something so silly, that's all. Don't worry about it.

[amygdalae]

[Sigrun don't you even go there.]

At least draw a line on where to stop. Preferably before being unable to walk straight.