WEEK 1.

[trustharder]

WEEK 1 As much as this sounds like a bad joke all around, it looks like one thing is being played completely straight: you're not going anywhere. After the Kingmaker has answered your questions (or, well, perhaps it's more accurate to say he didn't answer them, at least as far as most of those little Q&A sessions went), you'll be left up to your own devices – feel free to continue exploring and getting to know your fellow Survivors for the next several days. Should you want to eat something you're free to use the kitchen before 10PM, but after that the doors will be locked and no amount of fussing with the locks or trying to break them down will get them to budge. And no, the robot cannot punch them in for you. Notably, though, starting bright and early on Monday morning (or maybe just early, since there aren't any windows) you'll be treated to the most unholy damn noise – it's very definitely an electric siren of some sort, probably some kind of klaxon, blaring out over the PA system. It only blasts once, but really, for something that loud, once is enough. This will happen every morning at 7AM and again in the evenings at 10PM. You'll be able to hear it no matter what room you're in. There isn't any punishment for sleeping through it, but you don't want to waste the day in bed, now do you? (Unless you were out exploring all last night. In which case, go back to bed, damn.) SURVIVORS REMAINING: 27

MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week one of Trustfell! Feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget to save those threads for coins and the activity check!

There are also two new posts for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

Comments

[cherryblooded]

That's because it hasn't been cooked yet.

[Today on Cooking With A Not-Yet-Killer Robot: basic explanation of how food works.]

[ratingspoint]

Doesn't it bother you, the idea of eating things that bleed like that?

[That's...actually a genuine question and not anything snide.]

[cherryblooded]

Not really. Once they're cooked they don't bleed much, unless you like them rare.

[He knows some people who do. Many of them are sharks.]

[ratingspoint]

That's not...

[...that's not the issue, but he isn't too sure how to word what the issue is, so...]

Well, anyway. It's still a really impractical way of doing anything! I'd heard that food on the surface is really inefficient, but still.

[cherryblooded]

It's very similar underwater, so I'm afraid you'll be disappointed if you ever visit.

Though I can't say I expect you to.

[Robot. Metal.]

[ratingspoint]

[He doesn't seem troubled by that statement at all, at least.]

Well, you'll just have to come see the Underground instead! Everyone there would love you, trust me.

[cherryblooded]

Me? I'm not really a celebrity.

[Just a househusband. He can't see any reason his arrival would be noteworthy.]

[ratingspoint]

Well, yes, but you're adorable! And besides, I like you, and that's worth a lot there.

[cherryblooded]

[He's like 25 times older than Mettaton, shouldn't he be the one calling Mettaton adorable-

-actually, never mind. He does seem flattered, though.]

You're too kind.

[ratingspoint]

[...let's not call the walking disaster that currently has half the contents of the fridge out on the counter adorable, his ego will be insufferable and no one will ever recover.]

Well, that depends on who you ask. But I'll take it!

[cherryblooded]

Naturally. I'm sure there are plenty of people who wouldn't call me adorable, either.

[Not even including the kids for whom it would be weird.]

[ratingspoint]

Well, those people have no taste whatsoever. Obviously.

[cherryblooded]

Can't argue with that. I've never had a star vouch for me before.