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

[ignorantly]

Did your creator make two robots and then go "you guys are now related" or something?

[ratingspoint]

That would be one way of doing it.

[...]

Trust me, you're not going to like the actual answer.

[ignorantly]

Okay. Robots are fuckin' weird.

[ratingspoint]

Humans are just as weird, trust me.

[ignorantly]

Nah, not really. [ He pauses. Then he thinks of the people he works with. A NEET, Sasuke von Promotion, Tooru, and Sasaki the Sasarious. ]

...Okay, I guess some humans are pretty weird.

[ratingspoint]

Oh, come on. It's not like there's anything wrong with being weird! After all, that means you've made an impression, right?

[ignorantly]

True, but not all impressions are good ones.

[ratingspoint]

Does it matter? People are still thinking about you either way.

There's no such thing as bad publicity.

[ignorantly]

Isn't it better to leave a good impression on people?

[ratingspoint]

[He tips his head a little at that, like he's not altogether certain how that's...a point at all.]

Well, yes, of course! A good impression is ideal, but it doesn't make a negative impression a bad one.

[...Okay the semantics there got a little mangled but]

[ignorantly]

[ You're not exactly talking to the brightest person around, Mettaton.

...Also Shirazu is going to invite himself in because he's been standing in the doorway too long. ]

Okay, I don't really get it.

[ratingspoint]

[...Well, fortunately(?) Mettaton is also a dumbass extraordinaire, so any idiocy here is not necessarily on Shirazu's part, um.

But yes, yes, come in! He doesn't mind.]

...I'm a celebrity, darling. It doesn't really matter what people think of me; some people will love me, some people will hate me, but it doesn't really matter. Whatever keeps me in the public eye, whatever keeps people talking... As long as people pay attention, it doesn't matter why they're doing it.

[ignorantly]

Oh. It makes sense when you put it that way. If people stopped talking, you'd fade away from the spotlight.

[ He moves to sit down on the bed, lifting a hand to toy with his hair - and lowers it again when he remembers that it's too short for that now. Old habits die hard. ]

[ratingspoint]

Exactly, you've got it!

[And that seems to have genuinely pleased him. Good job, go you!]

So what is it that you do, Shirazu? There are a lot of people here to keep track of, sorry.

cw: tokyo ghoul, mentions of cannibalism

[ignorantly]

I'm a ghoul investigator. [ Which probably won't mean anything to Mettaton and he's already had a few people ask him what ghouls are, so he decides to explain that part immediately: ]

They're creatures that eat humans. My job is to hunt them down and kill 'em.

[ratingspoint]

[...Oh. Well, that's...]

...I see.

[He doesn't, really. Not from the sound of it. But it's...he tried.]

[ignorantly]

...You're not familiar with ghouls either, huh? Maybe my world is the only place where they exist.

[ A thought that seems a little strange to him, to be honest, because it's difficult to imagine a world where flesh-eating abominations aren't a constant threat to humanity. ]

[ratingspoint]

I've never heard of anything like it, no - are they people, or... Well, beasts, like Sigrun's described?

[ignorantly]

They look like people. [ But they're absolutely not people. ] They pretend to be human but they're nothing more than vicious flesh-eaters.

[ratingspoint]

...Everyone where I come from is a monster of some sort, sweetheart. That doesn't mean they're not people.

[That's...patient, though; it could be worse, really.]

[ignorantly]

[ Well that's... kind of awkward. He shifts a little, looking uncertain. ]

...But they're not a bunch of serial killers, right?

[ratingspoint]

[...About...that...]

Usually we don't kill our own, but the humans that find their way to the Underground don't leave alive.

I love humans, don't get me wrong - I have no desire to harm them at all. But it's...something that happens.

[ignorantly]

...Do they dismember and eat them?

[ Because that's the first thing that comes to mind here. ]

[ratingspoint]

[... ]

That's disgusting.

[ignorantly]

...Okay, good.

[ ...... ]

Uhh, sorry if I offended you? The monsters I'm used to maim and kill and do a lot of disgustin' shit.