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]

I was a thief, in simple terms.

[He states it so simply, as if he were just asking about if Shirazu wanted a sandwich or some such.]

Kind of sort you'd find living on the street. It's not entirely wrong, I did grow up on the worst street in London town.

[ignorantly]

[ He goes quiet for a moment at that, as though contemplating what to say, his eyebrows furrowing a little. ]

I don't like thieves, but... you did what you had to do to survive, right?

[isafraid]

[He never expects any of them to take the news well. But it's better to let them know about it now then learning about it when he's dead. Still, he couldn't find the energy to look back at him. Better to just finish up these dishes.]

That's what it all came down to at the end of the day. I stole things, but never lives.

[...]

Seeing as we're all stuck here, I've been thinking. Everyone should hear about it if I'm still breathing. It's better that way.

[ignorantly]

...Thanks, I suppose? I appreciate your honesty, Speedy.

[ ... ]

I don't think any less of you. You're still a good guy.

[isafraid]

[...He chuckles, finally looking back.]

Don't think I'll get tired of that. Haven't felt this accepted in possibly all my life.

[And, with that, he starts to drain the sink. All the dishes are set out to dry.]

I'm glad to hear it.