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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True, I guess we don't know each other well enough yet to skip politeness.

I didn't mean it that way.

[...though he supposes it is sort of true.]

What way did you mean it?

I didn't mean to imply that we're still strangers.

[Bruce is just... polite that way.]

We're more like friendly acquaintances.

That's probably more accurate right now.

[Nod. They did just meet, after all.]

Of course, I'd like to be friends in the future.

It would be nice.

[Although Bruce and friends... yeah, that's going to take a while.]

[He'll work on it! He's determined.]

There's not much to do here but make friends and escape plans, really.

It's not that bad of a plan, honestly.

Not at all. I'm looking forward to it.

[They'll be good friends. All of them.]

At least somebody is.

We can't all be doom and gloom all the time.

...no, I suppose we can't.

[Although 'doom and gloom' is Bruce's general mood most of the time.]

No insult meant to the gloomy among us, of course.

There are quite a few of us.

[Bruce himself included, he supposes.]

That's just their way.

[He's sort of getting that impression.]

It may be, but sometimes people don't understand that part.

[Not that he's saying Cherryblod does it, but just as more of a general thing.]

People have trouble understanding things that aren't like themselves. Happens all the time.

That's certainly true.

Hope nobody's hassling you too much over it.

Nobody so far.

[But he can handle it if it happens, probably.]

Good. We have a good crowd here, so I doubt anyone will.

['A good crowd', is it? That's... well, one way to put it, he supposes.]

I'm sure we'll be able to handle each other just fine.

[He loves everyone in this ~~bar~~ vault.]

Glad you agree.

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