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

[captainobnoxious]

[mettaton you're the best friend sigrun could've ever asked for here]

If you can make these things worth eating, I'll eat them for a meal every day. I swear on my honor or I'm not of the Eide family.

[HER ANCESTORS WILL ROLL IN THEIR GRAVES]

[ratingspoint]

Oh, you'd be surprised what I'm capable of, darling - consider it done!

[...YOU ARE GOING TO GET SO SICK, SIGRUN]

[captainobnoxious]

Looking forward to it then, bombshell, wow me.

[SHE IS... WOULD THIS COUNT AS MURDER IF SHE DIES FROM EATING CANDLES EVERY DAY.]

What were you gonna do with them before?

[ratingspoint]

[DEPENDS ON IF HE'S FORCE-FEEDING HER, PROBABLY?

I MEAN YOU CAN LEAD AN IDIOT TO CANDLES BUT YOU CAN'T MAKE HER EAT]

Melt them down and store the wax, naturally!

[He says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.]

Paraffin keeps metal from tarnishing and joints lubricated. It's the closest thing to a beauty product I can get here.

[captainobnoxious]

[SHE WILL EAT THESE.]

Sooooo if you don't oil up you'll get all rusty and stuck in one place?

[ratingspoint]

You make it sound so hideous - and it's never happened before, but I'd prefer not risking anything.

[captainobnoxious]

I was just gonna say you don't look like you need it. But that's because you're not like any other machine I've worked with before, considering you talk and have an attitude.

[Look, it's very affectionately, if bluntly, stated.]