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

[isafraid]

Hmm? [Either Speedwagon was really in deep thought, or simply had zoned out at the moment, because Stan's question catches the younger man off-guard.]

Ah... oh, well mister Pines. [He tips his hat with a weak smile.]

Simply trying to have a little investigation.

[goodforsomething]

Yeah? What're you lookin' at?

[Because this sure does seem to be the hallway!]

[isafraid]

[It is quite the hallway!]

Not a lot at the moment. Figure that there might be some sort of secret passage in the halls?

[...He shrugs.]

[goodforsomething]

I guess it's worth a shot. [Why the fuck not] Too bad there's no convenient bookshelves out here.

[isafraid]

That'd be just our luck, wouldn't it?

[Let's just... feel the wall a little. He presses his palm against a few spots, looking for anything.]

[goodforsomething]

[Stan will follow along on the other side of the hallway, idly kicking at the wall to listen for a hollow sound. He's not really anticipating anything.]

It'd be too easy. Everybody knows that trick.

[isafraid]

[Neither is Speedwagon.... but they seem to be doing this anyways.]

It'd be stupid to try! Unless you could hide it well enough.

[goodforsomething]

He's smarter than that. If there's anything to find, it's gonna be hard.

[isafraid]

[Kind of.... kicks the wall a bit. C'mon wall. Maybe there's an echo somewhere?]

It's that bit of pride in him too. He'd keep something out in plain sight if he thought we couldn't find it. I'd put money on that.

[goodforsomething]

Probably laughin' at us right now, the jerk.

[He raps with his knuckles against the wall, moving quicker past what is clearly one side of an actual non-secret room.]

[isafraid]

[Speedwagon quickly moves to the other side of the hall, pressing his ear up against it.]

You think he just sits there and watches us sometimes, having a laugh at our 'antics'?

[goodforsomething]

Sure. What else are we even here for?

[isafraid]

Apparently being "saved" from some terrible fate. At this point, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to believe anymore.

[goodforsomething]

...well, not that. That's bullshit!

[Even if something terrible DID happen, this isn't exactly "safe".]

[isafraid]

I'd... I'd be well-pressed to agree with ya! Seeing as how we haven't been given anything to the contrary.

[...]

But that just raises more questions about it!

[goodforsomething]

Yeah, what's the point in tellin' us that? It sounds like he's tryin' to win us over, but then he goes and does all this.

[isafraid]

Truth be told... I don't know what to make of the fellow. Seems like he's got an objective all his own!

[goodforsomething]

Pretty sure it's just murder for fun. That seems like what he's into.

[isafraid]

So he's just having a laugh? That's just the worst! Someone being that cruel's just unimaginable!

[goodforsomething]

Nooooo, it ain't. It's out there, but I'd believe it. People are kinda terrible a lot of the time.