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

[isafraid]

[...Why does that sound worse then it looks.]

I'm [There's a pause as he thinks it over.] sorry for that?
Can't imagine that being fun at all.

[trustharder]

[There are some little idle doodles that happen then, just kind of vague sweeping motions before they disappear all at once and words happen.

Kind of an indication that whatever this is didn't just wander away. Thinking.]

I'M SORRY TOO.

[isafraid]

For what? Can't be your fault we're trapped here. It's all on the ruddy Kingmaker.

[trustharder]

I KNOW.

[isafraid]

Then it's fine.
Have you seen any of our folk?

[trustharder]

I DON'T KNOW.

[isafraid]

You don't know?
Well we've lost a good half of our group.

[trustharder]

I'VE SEEN PEOPLE.
NOT TO TALK TO, THOUGH.

[isafraid]

Can you describe one?

[trustharder]

PRETTY GIRL. BLUE HAIR. DOWNSTAIRS. MUSIC ROOM?

[isafraid]

Miss Aqua!
She was the victim from last week.

[Weeehhhh....]

[trustharder]

LAST PERSON I SAW WAS HER. MISS AQUA?

[isafraid]

That's right. Aqua's her name.
But she doesn't like being called 'miss'.

[trustharder]

OKAY. THANK YOU.

[isafraid]

Right [....Err. He does a couple swirls with the chalk while he tries to remember...]

Sorry
what shall we call you?

[trustharder]

IT'S OKAY.
CALL ME GLORY.

[isafraid]

Glory. Alright.
I'm Robert Speedwagon.
Just call me Speedwagon.

[trustharder]

SO YOU ARE R SPEEDWAGON.
MIDDLE INITIALS "E.O."?

[isafraid]

Yes that's right!

[This makes introductions so much easier]

[trustharder]

THAT'S CUTE.
YOUR PARENTS HAD GOOD TASTE.

[isafraid]

[uh]

Well thank you.
Glory's a fantastic name to go by as well!

[what's a rock band it can't be edible]

[notjustawriter]

[over here snickering]

[isafraid]

[excuse

he is having a conversation with this ghost sir or madam.]

[trustharder]

I THINK SO TOO.
WE CAN TALK WHENEVER YOU WANT.

[isafraid]

Well I'm glad to hear that!
Might help us out some.