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

[ratingspoint]

[He doesn't hesitate in responding to that, actually.]

Even if it's not something I like, I'll be all right. It's better than what I'm leaving behind, anyway.

[penduli]

Do you hate your world, or is there just nothing left there for you?

[ratingspoint]

[And that...does get hesitation, actually, if only for a moment.]

...There's nothing left for me. I've never hated my world, sweetheart. It's not ideal, but I don't hate it.

[The Underground is one thing; the entire world is something else.]

[penduli]

Oh. [ ... ] Me too.

[ this slipped right the fuck out of superficial territory ]

I... don't think I could go to anyone else's though. [ none of them are ideal. ...except maybe yosuke's? but then there's yu-- ] It's nice you have a plan.

[ratingspoint]

[...Ah...]

Your sister isn't waiting for you, then?

[It's gentler than it could be, the sort of thing that indicates that he knows exactly what the implication is and that he isn't trying to guilt the guy into anything - he gets it if the answer is no, and why that would be a good reason to not want to return.]

[penduli]

[ black is quiet for a moment, opening his piano books instead of answering right out and staring hard at the words. he doesn't want to cry in front of mettaton, so really, focusing on something is the best idea he's has.

but he'll talk, in a moment. conversation is a two-way street. ]

I remembered something, that's all.

[ not a yes, not a no--no, given how much he never shuts up about his sister it's a confirmation. ]

[ratingspoint]

...Likewise, actually.

[And there's nothing derogatory in it, nothing that implies Black should get his shit together because everyone else has - it's just kind of a general "...same" and that's the end of it, emotion-wise.]

Just...try to look out for yourself, darling. It's the most we really can do right now. The rest will fall into place once this is over.

[penduli]

[ That gets a noncommittal shrug; there's something wrong about making a promise he's not planning on really trying to keep. His everything might be shot to hell and back right now, but look at that honor shine. A real boy scout. ]

However "this" being over might happen, huh. [ ...this isn't really the talk he wanted, even if it's nice to know he's not the only one with nothing back home anymore. Solidarity.

But it isn't the talk he wanted to have, so Black'll do his best to smile. At least he's practiced enough at this that it doesn't look entirely forced. ] I can come back and practice later—sorry for disturbing you.