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

[amygdalae]

Who's volunteered so far?

[Hello, Lynne. Here is Bruce, settling down beside her with food for the both of them. Hers is the one with meat.]

[wokeupdead]

Just me! I'm waiting for more people so we can have a proper vote.

[Not like she wouldn't happily take up the responsibility but she doesn't want people to think it was forced. It has to be true democratic process!

Also, he judged her well. That meat won't last long.]

[amygdalae]

[He's been watching pretty much everyone with how often he sticks around the dining hall. He can more or less start to guess what they all prefer.]

Putting everything in one place could be potentially bad as well. [...] Is there anybody else you might think would work?

[wokeupdead]

Probably someone that's more mature and responsible. [So not Stan. Also apparently she considers herself these things. Amazing.] I think someone trying to break and run away with an armful of swords is suspicious enough that we'd notice before anything happens.

[amygdalae]

It never hurts to be extra cautious.

[If something can better their preventive measures? Bruce certainly will give it a shot. As long as its not too over the top, that is.]

But I suppose that can be something to think about later.

[wokeupdead]

Right! The only rooms we can can lock are our bedrooms anyway, so it would have to be somewhere in there.

[Who would be down with their bedroom becoming an armory???]

The details can always be smoothed out after.

[amygdalae]

[A nod.]

First I think we have to make people agreeable to the idea in general.