trusthell | Week 6.

Week 6.

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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[Sigrun squints at him for a moment, then just kind of. Hugs him. Fuck being hurt, it's late enough at night and her everything is catching up to her that she's willing to spill a selfish feeling or two.]

... I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I was just a tiiiiny bit scared of becoming one of those losses you're willing to cut. You and him are really close. Or were? I guess.

[So, you know. What's stopping her from becoming one.]

I mean, that'd still be your decision and all, but I'd be pissed about it.

[He hesitates a little before returning that; it's awkward, and he's still not very good at it, but you know what, none of that matters right now, and after a second his grip goes tight.]

...I'm not going to keep caring about people who are just going to make targets of themselves like that. That's why...

[You know. Why he said what he said during the entire clusterfuck with Norman. Why he's cutting ties with Cherryblod now.]

...Well. It hardly matters now, does it.

[She laughs a little at that, just a little disbelieving, but there's nothing that isn't fond about the way she follows it up.]

You volunteered yourself up for death one time, you jerk. It doesn't mean anyone stopped caring about you for making yourself a target of the week.

[... The hug is nice, though, even if it's a little awkward and he's still not good at it. She shrugs.]

Still, that really depends on you. Is it worth hurting someone you care about so you don't get hurt yourself if they die?

Why wouldn't it be? If it hurts them, maybe they'll learn from it. Maybe they won't. Either way, it's not my problem anymore.

[...And that's...sort of a fucked up thing to say, maybe, but he's been doing great at that sort of thing for the entire damn weekend so far.]

...I'm tired of losing people.

[And that's quiet, but it's still there, and it still something that needs to be said.]

[There we go. That's it. Sigrun surely doesn't have a concussion, not with how her mind's nicely at work now, so that's good at least.]

Even if I don't paint myself a target, there's still a chance you'll lose me. That's just how it is. So I can't promise that I'll be around forever -- here, or back home.

[It's... something she's been thinking about a lot, since the week before too. It's why she's talked to a few people about them being a group instead of betting all their coins on one person -- on the chance something happens to her, that is, since so long as Sigrun's here she's not wanting to let go of the reins. It's something that gives her purpose and comfort.]

But I know what you mean. I am too. The big difference is that even if someone puts themselves out there like that, it just becomes my responsibility to make sure they don't die because of it. It's their decision, but it's not something they have to hold up alone. Makes sense?

It does. But I can't do that.

[And that's blunt, and it's likewise a bit too quiet, and there's a pause before he continues.]

...Dr. Alphys wanted to die, you know.

[He hates talking about this; it's obvious from his tone. But he's going to do it anyway, for once.]

She thought she'd done something unforgivable. I knew...about parts of what she did. Not everything, I don't think anyone but Asgore knew everything.

I knew she thought she deserved to die, though. I was pretty terrible to her anyway. We were...mutually kind of bad to each other, but...

[Mettaton is the reason Dr. Alphys is dead.]

There's a difference between dying in battle and just throwing yourself in front of people claiming that you deserve to die. I can handle one of them. I'm not going to tolerate the other.

[Well, that was a lot of no context. Even knowing what she does isn't helping very much at all.

... But the point of is something she can comment on, anyway, tightening her grip.]

Got it. Kind of. I mean, I get what you're saying, anyway, the rest of it's pretty out there.

I don't think Cherryblod thinks he deserves to die, or wants to die, though. For all the gentle shrimp he is, there's nooooo way he's letting himself get killed before he sees his family again.

[As fucked off as they are into the Sea of Death.]

But he just didn't want anyone to be able to blackmail him, basically. Or so he told me. That doesn't help it even a little? I'm not trying to change your mind or anything, but. Just wondering.

[... She might be trying to make him give a little, maybe, but still.]

If that's the case, then his timing was hideous - that isn't the sort of thing you tell everyone when someone was just expressing how much they would have killed you if it weren't too obvious, and it certainly isn't the sort of thing you tell everyone after weeks of going on and on about how everyone will want to kill you once they hear about it.

I told him, repeatedly, not to let people blackmail him for it. To get it out into the open. And then he goes and does it after it's plain that people want him dead for it. Really, what am I supposed to think about that? What's the thought process being doing anything like that. "Oh, well, a few people want me dead, what's a few more"?

[...He's fucking pissed, if it isn't obvious.]

[Wow, he's really pissed. Is it bad she thinks it's kind of hot? It is. You can make mention of that during a heart to heart or something.]

When you put it like that, it really is shit timing. Couldn't he have waited a few days at least? Or a week? I mean, I knew he didn't want the Kingmaker to beat him to the punch, but still.

[...Please tell him this during a heart to heart, he could use the ego stroke. Especially because he really doesn't like being angry, and he's going to do what he can to...not...be that right now.]

...Exactly.

So no, I'm not going to respond nicely to him for doing that. If he's going to pull stunts like that, I'm not going to bother with him any more than I have to.

Can't say I blame you. It's not like you're gonna walk up to him and say any of what you just told me, after all, so you do you honey.

[... It's oddly comfy to hug Mettaton right now, but she'll pull away enough to relieve her aching arm, rolling her shoulder.]

And... Thanks. For talking about it instead of, you know. Doing the thing you do. [look, her eloquence died off with her energy, she's yawning too.] I know you don't like to do it and all, but it really means a lot to me. That you did.

[it's really awkward to thank someone for feeling things appropriately]

[...IT'S APPRECIATED, given that you have made him experience all these feelings. Seriously. He sort of hates feelings, they make him feel weird.

Mnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh.]

Well... It's like I've said before, darling, I trust you.

[Wooould a kiss help. Because she can reward good behavior with a smooch. And she will.]

As much of a fight as I put up about being picked up, there's no one else I'd give in for so long as I'm awake. I hate not having my feet on the ground.

And being restrained.

[...That does help, yes.]

Well, it's not like I'm going to make a practice of it, darling! One-time thing, I promise.

Are you carrying me downstairs too?

[Just. Curious.]

...You seem a bit more lucid now.

[So not necessarily.]

[...]

Okay. Good. No offense, since I absolutely trust you not to just toss me down the stairs and all that, but... yeah. Good.

[Though honestly she wouldn't mind just like, sleeping right here with him. Since she trusts him not to let anything kill her. Wouldn't be very good though.

Leeeet's get up. She's gonna hold his hand.]

I can probably stand piggy-backing though, for future reference. If you don't mind trying to bend your knee with those pointy shoe-feet of yours.

[Look, it's an allowance for him. And just him. No one else.]

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