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

[cherryblooded]

Do you have people you're keeping out hope for, Speedwagon?

[Let's talk about literally anything other than his own problems. Maybe that'll make him feel better.]

[isafraid]

Well... of course! Even Speedwagon has got some family to go back home to.

[...Not much of it, but the point still stands.]

That and the bloke, mister Joestar.

[cherryblooded]

Tell me more about him.

[Reveal to Cherryblod your crush.]

[isafraid]

Well there wasn't much to say at first. I mistook the lad for an easy mark, but as it turns out, he was more crafty then I could ever imagine. Said he was fighting to save his father's life, on top of keeping my mate's alive. It was... a bit more then we deserved.

[He speaks with... fondness. Things he can't quite remember.]

Next thing I know, he saves my life again during some fire, and I find someone taking care of his injuries. [...] Can't say for certain, but I might as well put him down as the bravest chap I know.

[cherryblooded]

So you met by fighting? Like my wife and I.

[He says it with nostalgia and fondness, despite the fact that he got himself thoroughly beaten up in that fight.]

[isafraid]

A chance meeting and nothing more, really. [Destiny if you're really feeling it that way.

He. He can relate, Cherryblod.]

[cherryblooded]

You say that, but if you go home and get married to him I'll expect an invitation.

[isafraid]

Wh--[UM]

W-what are you saying? I'm not... I barely know the bloke! And I dare say he's already gotten someone.

[Which is the real issue here.]

[cherryblooded]

[At least he's gotten Cherryblod to genuinely laugh, which is the important thing here?]

That doesn't mean you can't date him. You just need their permission.

[Polyamory: more of a thing in Cherryblod's world than in jolly old England.]

[isafraid]

... Is that a thing people do?

[He sounds mildly shocked. Those 19th century times, man. I tell you.]

[cherryblooded]

Certainly. I know plenty of groups of three people who are all dating each other, or one person in two romantic relationships and the other pair are friends.

Do you not do that where you're from?

[No, Cherryblod.]

[isafraid]

[No, Cherryblod.]

Well... honestly it's a bit unheard of... I can't count that many sort of relationships that I know of right now.

[cherryblooded]

That's too bad. Makes things much easier.

[isafraid]

It... must, eh?

[somehow]

[cherryblooded]

Are you blushing right now? You are, aren't you.

[Embarrassing Speedwagon should not be as fun as it is.]

[isafraid]

That's hardly important!

[he is]

[cherryblooded]

If you're trying to convince me that you don't have a crush, you're doing a terrible job.

[isafraid]

It's only respect, believe me!

[cherryblooded]

If you insist.

[They're gonna get married someday.]