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

[isafraid]

[why. why did you have to say that. He's already looking a little uneasy.]

For what it's worth... can't really say I've ever eaten lobster. That's usually something saved for the upper clasess.

[cherryblooded]

That's good to hear. Less people I have to be uncomfortable around.

[isafraid]

I guess it would be the little things.

[Like eating your wife's species.]

[cherryblooded]

I'm sure they're all very nice people. I try not to let it get to me.

[isafraid]

Well that's probably for the best - and before you know it, we'll be out of here, and a good number of us may be out of your hair.

[...Antennae? gills? What.]

Until then, I'd say not worrying is the best idea we can have.

[cherryblooded]

Hey, now. I wouldn't mind having a few of you in my hair now and again, food aside.

It'd be a shame to never meet again after this, I mean.

[isafraid]

....Strewth. It's only been a few days, and already we're getting declarations like that on our hands.

[like you're any better, speedy]

[cherryblooded]

Well, why not? Adversity brings people together, and this is pretty adverse.

[isafraid]

Adverse and mad!

[not that it's a bad thing, mind.]

[cherryblooded]

Certainly mad. Insane by any reasonable definition.