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

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[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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I have never been more serious the entire day.

[She so means it.]

That's cruel, Sigrun. You'll really keep me away from my son's birthday party?

[...... dont.... dont pull that card on her...........]

... You'll be allowed to stay until you start telling embarrassing stories.

That's fair. I can work with that.

[He may not actually tell them if it means he'll get kicked out.

Or he'll just save them for the end of the party.]

[Save them for the end, because:]

You can stay the night, too, I won't send you off in the evening or anything. It's too dangerous. Especially in the water. You'll leave once the sun's nice and high in the sky, maaaybe accompanied by myself if I'm not away on important captain's business.

[They are, if nothing, a hospitable people.]

You're a good host. I won't abuse your hospitality.

[So he probably won't tell more than one.]

[... He can get away with it as long as she doesn't hear.]

Well, you'll be an honored guest! It'd be disrespectful if we treated you any less. Even if the cats are going to go crazy around you. I'll bet you'll be the most licked person there.

I'll take it as a compliment. - The witch my daughter works for is a cat, you know.

[Chlomaki also could probably kick troll ass, so it fits.]

Oh, really? That's good! Bombshell has a cat that works for him, but he's...

[... How to put it.]

Untrustworthy. I wouldn't send that cat out into the field for nothing, not even to take care of mice. And then there's another one that was convinced she was going to marry him! Yeah, right, that's such a joke.

[hahaha. ha. haha.]

[He senses some touchiness here.]

He's a celebrity. They all get fans like that - it's not serious and it'll pass. Particularly if she ever sees what an amazing girlfriend he already has.

[... Maybe a little touchiness. A little. She doesn't get it outside of "well I want to be the only one he doesn't perform for" but you know what, that's fine.]

Oh, do they. Okay. [...] He's not going back to where he's from ever, but... I mean, if we can't pick and choose like I hope we can, he couldn't date me anymore. He needs to be accessible to all his fans.

Even the crazy ones who think they're destined together or whatever.

And because we'd be literal worlds apart.

['Everyone that matters is dead back home.'

Cherryblod's smile fades a little.]

So let's hope that we can choose. For both your sakes - it'd be cruel to separate you now.

[He'll go home no matter what, of course. He has family he can't abandon, even it means there's family he might not be able to see again.]

[Something turns in her stomach a little at that -- being separated from Mettaton isn't something she wants to happen, even thinking about it slows her hand and she shifts in her seat with a shrug.]

If it happens, it happens. I won't like it and I'll drag him back home by the pointy heels of his shoes, but... I'll find some way to deal if it comes down to it, you know?

That's about how I feel about not being able to see my sons again.

It'll be awful, but you move forward as best as you can. He wouldn't want you to be miserable over missing him.

[That doesn't help all that much.]

[It really doesn't, and she focuses on her hands. Just yesterday they'd been holding Mettaton's no problem and she'd felt like she was on her first hunt again, but now they felt almost... painfully empty.

... Beeeeh.]

Part of me hopes he'd be missing me as much as I would him, [because there's no denying she wouldn't miss him something terrible,] and the other part hopes that he'd just cut himself off so he doesn't have to feel like that. I want to give him everything he can't have down there, and if that's all snatched away...

... then it's better if he just forgets, I guess. For both of us.

[Though she's obviously not very sure or convinced about this.]

[He can tell, and he sets a gentle hand on her shoulder as he goes on.]

That's natural, I think. Wanting to be missed but wanting to spare your loved ones the pain.

For what it's worth, I doubt he'd be able to cut himself off, even if he tried.

Because he really really likes me?

[Because she knows she couldn't for that reason. He makes her feel the way a troll hunt does and that's wonderful. He seemed to like it too, though the punchy feeling that usually comes with these thoughts is away for the moment.]

Exactly. You can't get rid of feelings like that so easily, even if you're Mettaton.

[He might try, but Cherryblod doubts he'd get anywhere.]

[...]

If you're sure. I just know that I'm starting to feel like a beached sea beast around him, and thinking that I might not be able to see him again--

[-- Hold on, she's not gonna let her voice break for long, though evidently she's kind of surprised by it herself. She clears her throat, perplexed, and shakes her head.]

Well, I'm not gonna think about it. There's no point in worrying about things like that when we could be dead by the end of the week anyway.

That's probably for the best. But before you go back to not thinking about it, do you want a hug?

[He's here for that. Always is. And she sounds like she could use it.]

[.....................]

Well, if you need it so badly, Cherry, I wouldn't mind you using me as an excuse for one.

[So yes, she'll take that hug, in the most prideful way she can.

Her grip's pretty noticeably tight.]

You've found me out.

[That's alright. Squeeze as hard as you want, Sigrun, and make all the excuses that you need. He'll squeeze back and let her say anything that makes her feel better.]

[Sigrun's not a woman who cries, and this time is no exception. She just kind of needs someone to hug, yeah. Physical contact is nice.

She'll draw away after a moment though.]

... Mind keeping a secret, Cherry?

[He didn't really expect her to cry in the first place.]

My lips are sealed.

[He's good at keeping secrets.]

I think I'd probably kill someone if the Kingmaker could guarantee that Mettaton would be happy, safe, and free. You know, that he'd be able to go wherever he wanted to and all.

[Thaaaaat is a big secret. She's kind of stumbled on really recently.]

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