WEEK 7.

[trustharder]

WEEK 7 Two more Survivors have left you; Aqua was killed in cold blood and Mettaton... well, your thoughts on Mettaton probably vary depending on how close you were to him, but either way he chose to end Aqua's life and paid the price for it. There are so few of you now. 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 seventh floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; you've done well. You've earned it. SURVIVORS REMAINING: 12

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]

[Ow. Cherryblod smiles up at him, picking himself off the floor.]

Not bad at all.

[garudynamic]

You wanna keep going?

[He feels... energized, his blood up.]

[cherryblooded]

Of course.

[Now he's smiling. After brushing himself off, he goes in from the front - bear hug.]

[garudynamic]

[Okay he probably could have rolled them around and landed on Cherry. But]

Oh no! My weakness!

[And just kinda squirms like a little kid]

[cherryblooded]

Dear, that's not how you're supposed to defend against this.

[He's just gonna keep on doing this until you properly smack him into something.]

[garudynamic]

I think it's a pretty good strategy!

[He will ttly try and trip them both over though]

[cherryblooded]

[Okay, now they're tripped. Cherryblod picks himself off the floor again.]

That's more like it.

[garudynamic]

[Yosuke rolls to his feet as well]

It's kinda hard to stay in shape here, so it's good to burn some energy up, yeah?

[cherryblooded]

Right. You might put on some pounds from all my cooking.

[He can't tell that this is actually true, though.]

[garudynamic]

[He turns red, proving the guess was right]

N-not a lot!

[cherryblooded]

Not a lot, I'm sure. Besides, you were terribly skinny when you came in anyway.

[garudynamic]

[Huffhuff!]

It's mostly muscle though! Alright, come at me again.

[They can ttly toss each other around until they're both tired enough to actually maybe sleep tonight]

[cherryblooded]

As you wish.

[They're gonna keep doing that and I'm going to gloss over what they're actually doing because it's not as easy as writing dialogue.]

How are you feeling?

[garudynamic]

Worked up, I guess. Though you probably guessed that, huh?

[cherryblooded]

Would explain where all this energy came from.

[He promised to look after Yosuke, after the trial. He's doing that now.]

[garudynamic]

I'd ask the same for you but...

[He already knows the answer]

[cherryblooded]

...I didn't dream, last night. Not a single one.

[He sounds numb. He is numb.]

[garudynamic]

[It takes a moment for him to realize what that means.]

...shit.

[cherryblooded]

It's been a month and a half, hasn't it? A month and a half in the middle of the Sea of Death.

Maybe things are fine.

But they're probably not.

[garudynamic]

[He stops with the sparing, sitting down on the mats]

...I'm sorry.

[Sorry he has nothing to say that will convince him otherwise, and sorry that Cherry is probably right]

[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod sits down close beside him, leaning against his shoulder.]

...At least I already did all my crying. Now I just feel empty.

[garudynamic]

[Yosuke decides right then that he's not going to tell Cherry what his own dream was.]

I'm not sure that's better.

[cherryblooded]

[Probably for the best.]

It is what it is. At least it's quieter.

[garudynamic]

None of us would blame you if you were louder, you know.

[cherryblooded]

...I'm not the only one who's lost people. Don't want to be a bother to them.