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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[cherryblooded]

...Not right now. Maybe later. Depends how this conversation goes.

[ratingspoint]

That's fine! And this really does suck, doesn't it? Sigrun does this sort of thing to me sometimes, I hate it.

[...He says with no qualms whatsoever about doing it himself, because thanks, Mettaton.]

Are you angry with me? Not for doing this. For what happened on Sunday.

[cherryblooded]

[Thanks, Mettaton, indeed.

Cherryblod has to consider this for a second, because he doesn't want to give a dishonest answer right now.]

Angry's not the right word. I did something stupid, you decided you didn't want to care about people who intentionally did stupid things, you have every right to decide that and I don't blame you.

It's just painful. Really, incredibly painful.

[ratingspoint]

[He doesn't really seem to know what to do with his face at that; in the end he just settles for "a weird amount of nothing."]

...It's not about it being stupid. I've been telling you to do something like that from the start.

It's about how you kept telling me everyone would kill you if they knew. You drilled that into my head for weeks. And then once you had confirmation that someone who knew did want to kill you for it - and literally the only reason she didn't is because it would be predictable and too obvious - you decided to tell everyone else.

[cherryblooded]

Could have timed it better. Waited, maybe. Too late now.

[He sighs and looks away.]

I've been afraid of telling people for hundreds of years. That the best that could happen is being rejected, and the worst would be execution. It's hard to get over that in a few weeks, even with your support.

It was and still is terrifying. I don't think I could have done it any earlier.

[ratingspoint]

It's not about doing it earlier, it's-

[...]

Everyone that matters is dead back home. I can't care about people that are just going to do stupid things that get them killed because I can't handle losing anyone else.

[cherryblooded]

[Oh.

...Oh.

Cherryblod slides an inch closer to Mettaton.]

If you'd like that hug now, I'd like to give it to you.

[ratingspoint]

...All right. Yes. That's fine.

[It's...awkward, and his tone is strange when he says it, but it's obvious that he's trying to recover himself a bit, at least.]

[cherryblooded]

[He's getting that hug, and despite how little it may help given the metal and everything, Cherryblod rubs his back as soothingly as he would any other child of his.]

I'm sorry. I didn't want to risk dying with regrets, but I didn't mean to hurt you. The last thing I want to do is hurt you, my dear, and I'm so sorry.

[ratingspoint]

[He actually can feel things despite the lack of nerve endings; literal magic is good for things like that.

That said, though, he'll actually...return the hugging, sort of, even if it's awkward and he kind of sucks at it and his grip goes really tight after a moment.]

You... You don't have to worry about me, sweetheart, I'll be all right. It's just hard right now, that's all. But it's...nothing I can't manage eventually. It'll be fine.

[The usual conviction isn't behind it, though; they're words to fill space, more or less, the sort of automatic things that people say because they need something to say in the first place.]

[cherryblooded]

I have to worry a little. Because I love you, no matter what, and it hurts me when you're hurting.

[It's a sharper pain than being rejected was, a stab to the gut rather than an ache.]

I'm here for you. For as long as I'm alive, I'm here for you whenever you need me.

[ratingspoint]

...I know you are.

[He'll manage to relax after a moment, though, if that loosening grip is any indication.]

It really will be fine. I just...needed to talk to you about this, I guess.

[cherryblooded]

[Good, because that actually kind of hurt, not that Cherryblod was ever going to say so.]

I'm grateful you told me. Thank you for being honest.

[He's getting the forehead kiss again.]

[ratingspoint]

You know, I suspect I should feel worse than I do about the amount of people who have to thank me for things like "not lying through my teeth today" or "having feelings like a normal person."

[...It's a little dry, but he doesn't sound bothered by it, either.]

[cherryblooded]

Like you said, I lie almost as much as you do, my dear, so I can't call you out on that. And I might be ninety-five percent feelings, but that just means that you and I are different.

I know the kind of person you are, and you're still precious to me.

[ratingspoint]

Honestly? I don't know how you do it. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure this has been great and all! But I never want to do this again.

[using your words like an adult is hard and it sucks a lot, cherryblod]

[cherryblooded]

[Poor dear. Acting like a mature adult.]

It's easier for me, I'm sure. But alright, I won't make you have feelings again for a while yet.

[ratingspoint]

Oh, it's not having them that's the problem. It's having to talk about them without making them sound a lot nicer than they are.

[...well, okay.]

I have plenty of them. It's just better if no one hears about it.

[cherryblooded]

Better for who?

[He's pretty sure that isn't healthy.]

[ratingspoint]

[...oh god not you too

why does everyone act like this is weird somehow]

Everyone, really.

[cherryblooded]

[Because it is??]

...I don't agree, but I'm too happy to be talking to you again to argue over it right now.

[ratingspoint]

I talked to Sigrun about all of that on Sunday night, after we fought over it.

[...]

Well. It wasn't much of a fight. But you know what I meant.

[...Anyway.]

I had to think about it for a while. But I thought we should talk about it.

[cherryblooded]

[It was kind of a fight, or at least it left Cherryblod feeling like he'd been punched in the face, which is close.

But he's much improved now.]

Glad we did.

...So, we've made up, more or less?

[ratingspoint]

[...Nobody died and everyone left it physically capable of walking away, so as far as he's concerned it wasn't much of a fight.]

I think so, sweetheart. If you're all right with that.

[cherryblooded]

[...point.]

Of course I am, dear.

So. How are you and Sigrun doing?

[He hasn't gotten in his teasing Mettaton about his relationship lately. And he missed the masochism discussion, or he probably would not bring this up.]