trusthell | WEEK 1.

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.)

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[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!]

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...Well, I can't expect you to relax, either. Optimism is hard for some people.

[Even he can't manage 100% optimism, and he's a look-on-the-bright-side kind of person.]

It's not your fault.

[Bruce is well aware of his own flaws. Painfully so.]

It's my job to fuss over people who are younger than me. But I'll give you a pass.

[They're about the same age if you don't count the different species thing.]

[Just a small sound of amusement here.]

I suppose I can appreciate that.

[And besides, people shouldn't need to worry about him. It's not like he's really that worth the effort...]

[Bruce no. Bruce why.]

It's still hard for me to remember age equivalents when it comes to humans, but I think most of our teenagers are about my daughter's age. So that makes it easier to keep track.

[Have you seen this man? He has the self esteem the value of an ant.]

Hmmm. [That reminds him...] How many shrimp years equate to a human year, anyway?

[Look he may have three PhDs but he's not a marine biologist, he can't know everything.]

It's not a strict ratio - we grow at different rates in different part of our lives, and it takes much, much longer for us to reach old age, with a much larger middle age. So I couldn't say.

[Sorry, friend! He's no help.]

[Its all cool. This is nice to know as well, anyway.]

How would you place yourself in human years, then? I mean, if you wanted to.

Somewhere in my forties. That's about right for having a teenage daughter, I believe.

Then I suppose we are close enough to the same age.

[Even if his profile lists him as 45... Bruce is still trying to figure out where the extra 3 years came from.]

You'll be spared from my fussing.

[Be grateful for that.]

I'm pretty sure you have your hands full as it is with the others.

True. I only have one child, I don't know how I'd do looking after a half dozen.

I'm sure you'll manage.

[At least, anything Cherryblod does will probably be better than what Bruce will probably ever be able to do.]

[Bruce.]

I'll do my best.

[There is nothing wrong with him at all, what are you implying.]

I believe you can do it.

Thank you for your confidence. I'll be relying on you to help us escape, while I'm herding those teenagers.

[He's joking. They're not sheep. They're definitely not Sheep.]