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trusthell2016-02-29 11:32 am
trustharder) wrote in trusthell2016-02-29 11:32 am
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.) |
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!]
Room 13
Oh, good. You're not dead.
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[...said cheerfully, from his position on the floor, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. He'll glance over after a second, though.]
Why would I be?
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Heck, I don't know. You're probably the hardest person to kill here. [He's assuming, of course, that Mettaton works on normal robot rules and that you can't just beat him to death with a twig or some shit.] What are you even doing?
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It's a family tradition. Sometimes we just lie on the floor and...
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Dwell on things, I guess? My cousin is better at it than I am, but we used to do it all the time. I don't suppose you want to join me.
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[He may be exaggerating his decrepitude somewhat. Maybe. Still not getting down on the floor.]
You've got family?
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[He'll get up, though, just for the sake of making things slightly less weird; give him a second. At least he's pretty quick about the actual...getting-up part.]
And of course I have family. A few cousins here and there. We don't live together or anything, and it's been a long time since I've seen any of them, but I'm sure they're still around.
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[And, well, how does family work for robots anyway? Is that rude to ask?
OH WAIT HE DOESN'T CARE]
So how's that work with you bein' a robot?
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[DO WE REALLY WANT MORE SOUL-BASED BULLSHIT HERE, STAN]
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[He's trapped in a murder vault with twenty-six strangers. You can't possibly make his day that much worse.]
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I don't see a lot of my family either. I got a nephew about twelve hours away, and his kids - Dipper and Mabel. I was supposed to be watchin' them, before all this crap.
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[He remembers Mabel, he likes Mabel.]
Do you just not get along with most of your family, or is it more a matter of distance...?
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[Stan smiles fondly, but it fades a bit at the next question.]
Eh...kinda both, I guess? [He shrugs.] I was never too close to my sister, so I didn't see my nephew much when he was growin' up. He found me himself when he was older, started writin' letters and things. I was kinda surprised when he sent his kids up, to be honest.
Guess he wanted them to have a chance to get to know their family.
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[So he's actually not really going to pry further into the whole sister thing, because family's kinda...]
Tell me about the kids, though! I'm curious.
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and doesn't have to maintain a sandcastle of lies around!]Sure! They're good kids. Twins - not identical, obviously, but they look real darn similar. They're real close, too...
Mabel's a real social butterfly. She hasn't been in town two months, and she's made friends with everyone and adopted a pig. Natural salesperson! Crafty too, she's always knitting or scrapbooking or something.
Dipper's her brother. He's more the nerdy type - books, conspiracy theories, things like that. The two of them are always gettin' into something.
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[And there's none of the usual over-the-top energy when he says it; judging from that alone, they actually do.]
I'd like to meet them sometime, once we're out of here.
[Because obviously, the Kingmaker is absolutely full of it about this entire situation.]
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[Stan smiles, more genuine than his usual brash grins.] I already told ya about Mabel, but I'm sure Dipper'd be thrilled to see a real-life magic robot. That's like, all the nerd stuff he could ever ask for all smashed together.
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[...]
Well, obviously, I guess!
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