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

[ratingspoint]

Right? I spent most of the night giving him tips, though I don't think he appreciated them very much...

[Ah, well. Speaking of texting, he'll be going back to that, if no one minds. texttexttexttext.]

It's not like I have anything else to do with myself all night, anyway. At this rate I'm going to start decorating the place.

[captainobnoxious]

[Sigrun can't mind she doesn't get texting anyway. Radioing is one thing. Telegraphing is another. But texting is weird.

She is the kind of person to lean over to see if she can see what he's texting about though.]

Did anyone think to ask him about the places we can't go at night? The rules says we're not allowed in certain areas, but what good is that rule if we don't know what we can't decorate?

[Yes, "we". She's kind of on board with that since she can't sleep anyway.]

[ratingspoint]

Well, the kitchen doors lock, I can tell you that much.

[texttexttexttexttexttexttext

MTT HAS SENT YOU AN INVITATION TO: DIE, RSVP?]

Not much sense in being up all night if you're not going to check out things like that.

[captainobnoxious]

[HAHA Sigrun's giving a snort at that, leaning back in her seat. Mettaton's like, her second fave person. For some reason.]

Well that sucks. What if we're the midnight snack kind of person? And what's with that no sleeping anywhere but your quarters kind of rule?

[ratingspoint]

I actually don't know! He doesn't care if you're out after that horrible noise, just as long as you're not out and asleep.

[captainobnoxious]

Well, guess I know what I'm doing this week.

[Testing the limitations of their rules.]

[ratingspoint]

If you want company, it's not like I have much else to do.

[captainobnoxious]

[Oh boy, a night alone with the illustrious celebrity.]

Then I'll gladly have it, bombshell. [An upgrade??] I'm trusting that if a slimy monster tries to worm its way down my throat when I miraculously get some sleep that you'll grind it under your heel.

[ratingspoint]

Are you kidding? I'll capture it and wait until you're awake to do the heel-grinding thing. Unless you really want to miss something like that.

[captainobnoxious]

[Mettaton certainly knows the way to a woman's heart, if Sigrun's pleased look is everything to go by.]

Not a chance! I'd love to get my hands around whatever's here that he thinks he's protecting us from, punishment or not. You don't think it's the same as if you kill someone, do you? Death for sleeping on a table?

[ratingspoint]

No idea, sweetheart, but you'll have me with you - it's not really sleeping out there if I wake you up before you can die, now, is it.

[captainobnoxious]

It'd be stupid if it was. Why kill someone just for that?

[ratingspoint]

...Because it's fun, probably. I don't think logic has much to do with it.

[captainobnoxious]

Which is good, because logic's not my forte.

[Yeaaah. Yeaaaaaaah.]

Think there's anything in that storage room you can use to spruce the place up? It's mostly emergency supplies, but there's a bunch of candles in there begging to be used in a way they shouldn't be.

[Sigrun sounds like she has an irrational vendetta against them...]

[ratingspoint]

...Well, there are those weird metal things in the laundry room that are also begging to be used in a way they shouldn't be. I'm sure I can figure something out.

[captainobnoxious]

Yeah, I don't get those things. We'll just stick our clothes in the oven to dry them.

[... yes.]

[ratingspoint]

...Won't they catch fire?

[captainobnoxious]

They'll be wet first, I don't see how they could.

[ratingspoint]

What kind of pathetic ovens do you have where they won't make clothing burst into flames, wet or not?

[captainobnoxious]

Don't worry so much, bombshell! [Look, she's even gonna pat his shoulder.] Just know that I'm familiar with the important stuff in the kitchen and that they won't blow up everyone's clothes.

... Does it even matter with you though. You're like, naked.

[So.]

[ratingspoint]

Oh, I'm not worried. It's more that I'd want to see the spectacle if it happened.

[Buddy.[

[captainobnoxious]

[mettaton please]

You're gonna be seriously disappointed then.

[Probably. Hopefully. The other clothes they have aren't very camouflage-material... not that it matters here???]

At least we have a change of clothes if they do go up in flames... though I can't say it's my taste.

[... Also, her clothes are fire retardant, but she doesn't know that.]