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trusthell2016-02-29 11:32 am
trustharder) wrote in trusthell2016-02-29 11:32 am
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.) |
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!]
kitchen
He stops in the doorway, eyes going down right away, lingering, then back up, blown wide in something half shock, half appreciation.
His brain finally catches up to hormones, and he slowly backs out and walks away. Things he was ready to deal with today: not this]
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Are you alright, Yosuke?
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FINE! I'M FINE!
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[Pause, while he's not sure what to say to the squeaky teenager.]
Would you like some tea?
[That may not have been it.]
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S-sure... sounds good.
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[And, since he's not completely oblivious, on his way back to the tea kettle he'll bring up the elephant in the room.]
They're just clothes.
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S-sorry. It's kinda... distracting?
[Wait no, that would indicate it was THAT kinda distracting-!]
I mean, I never expected to see a shrimp in a dress first thing in the morning-...
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[So he's not sure where Yosuke's going with that.]
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It doesn't bother you at all?
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[...oops. Oh well, he has a feeling there's nothing he could say that would make Cherryblod mad at him, so he start finally unwinding]
I guess I should finally see what awful color I got so I can wash this. It's starting to stink.
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[Maybe there's nothing he could say, but keeping that outfit on for days on end might offend him. Or his nose.]
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[But they work, assuming they're meant to help dry cloths.]