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

[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.

[isafraid]

....Oi.

Don't make us have to take a trial for the murder of a door.

[please]

[captainobnoxious]

You don't think he'd actually put us up for one, do you?

[isafraid]

Can't say I'd really put it past the blighter. Might just put up a rule on breaking the furniture, if nothing else.

[captainobnoxious]

If he didn't want it broken, he should've put a rule up about it in the first place.

[the fucks common decency]

[isafraid]

...Bit surprised more things haven't been busted up, the way you talk about it.

[It's like everyone likes to have stuff that isn't broken.]

[captainobnoxious]

I like hitting on my boyfriend more than I do anything else.

[fuckin SMOOTH]

[isafraid]

[Look at all that smoothness.]

Well... it's not like that's literal.

[captainobnoxious]

[... sorry, mettaton.]

It has been lately.

[ratingspoint]

[hell are you apologizing for it's not like he gives a fuck if anyone knows

god he is so fucking smug over here

he is making the world's most punchable expression]

[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?