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

[cherryblooded]

I've had better dreams. But I've had worse ones, too. This isn't so bad.

[At least not right now.]

[isafraid]

There's always a worse thing to dream of, if you feel like it.

[Like the end of the wor-Oh.]

...Are you making enough tea only for yourself?

[cherryblooded]

I'll make more if you're interested in a cup. Would you like some?

[isafraid]

I'd be glad to have a cup. I haven't in a while now, and I'd be buggered if I never tried some of this vault's tea. I'm gonna see if it's as good as some homebrew.

[Tea is serious business to an englishman.]

[cherryblooded]

Of course. Will rose-hip tea be fine? Got some out of the vending machine.

[The vending machine's given him two varieties of tea - for all its other faults, it's been kind in that area.]

[isafraid]

Well, can't say I've tried the type before. It would be a first time, but there's a first time for everything you do.

[So. Yes.]

That machine? Sounds like fortune is smiling towards some people here.

[cherryblooded]

[Then he'll start making some for Speedwagon.]

It also gave me the dress. Is that fortunate?

[isafraid]

Hmm... [He considers it as he takes a seat, setting his top hat aside again. Why did he even bring it around with him? It wasn't his to begin with, even if it was rather nice...]

That... might depend on what you think of it, guv. Can't lie, I wouldn't be too happy to have it myself.

[Is it even his size. would it even fit]

[cherryblooded]

[Answer: probably not.]

They're just clothes. And I think I pull the look off pretty well.

[isafraid]

[What does he say to that.

Can he just... give Cherryblod a thumbs up?]

Not quite what I'd expect from a married man...

[cherryblooded]

[He appreciates the thumbs up!]

I'm sure Doloz would appreciate it if she were here.

[There's still a spark in their marriage.]

[isafraid]

Fortunate for you, she isn't. But maybe it'd be worth the reaction.

[Can't say he'd ever seen a lobster freak out, but. Well.]

[cherryblooded]

It might be! Especially after a few hundred years of being married, it's wonderful to be able to surprise your spouse.

[And this would sure be a surprise.]

[isafraid]

[....And again, Speedwagon stares.]

Hang on, go back a bit! You said, a few hundred years?

[cherryblooded]

Of course. Our daughter turns a hundred eighty soon.

[isafraid]

Don't tell me you're bloody immortal on top of being shrimp!

[cherryblooded]

No, no, nothing like that. Just very long-lived.

[isafraid]

[Why is he a little relieved by that?]

Anything else you just feel like springing on me? Something I'll never believe?

[Be he will, because Speedwagon does that.]

[cherryblooded]

Magic is real and my daughter is familiar to a Witch who is also a cat.

[isafraid]

[....He rubs the side of his ear, making sure there's no blockages.]

Don't know why I was a little afraid you'd say that.

[cherryblooded]

Not fond of cats?

[He's teasing.]