Week 4.

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WEEK 4 Ashley Williams and Asuka Langley Shikinami have joined the ranks of the deceased. Two more deaths, two more people whose absences will be felt by the group; a bit over one-fifth of the Participants are dead. And this week, it seems everyone is feeling it. They say three times can be considered a routine, and the fourth week of the exercise isn't breaking pattern any. Saturday can be given to rest and sleep; on Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock. There are no more bodies, no more bloodstains; there's nothing else to be found this morning. Unless, of course, you count whatever you found last night, strange dreams or otherwise. Once again, there's a new floor to explore; after everything that trial decided to be yesterday, you deserve the reward. And for the second time, there are rule changes, effective immediately. You might want to take note of them. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 23

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week four of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains as well!

The Letters and Switchboard posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

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TUESDAY

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INCENTIVE.

[antitrust]

[Another Tuesday; another announcement around noon from the Conductor. It's something that should be expected by now, perhaps; either way, he's still sounding a little strange when the intercom crackles to life, but it sounds like he's more irritated than anything else – he's not angry, nor is it the weird, manic tone that he'd taken while killing Asuka, so at least there's that.]

To the foyer, if you will – just for a brief while. Again, I've something to discuss with you.

[And again, it hardly matters in theory whether you're there or not, but it's the thought that counts.]

I've been trying rather hard to avoid threatening you – I've always found such things to be boorish, the sort of tactic usually resorted to by amateurs. But things have changed a bit, and I admit that I'm curious as to what the lot of you will do, anyway; comparatively speaking, it's not as though you've been under duress here. Pressured, yes, but not directly given a reason to move outside of personal gain; otherwise, you've all been provided for, you've all had more than enough outlets to vent your frustrations at, and overall you've been a bit spoiled, all things considered.

So.

It's been proven to you time and again that I know a fair amount about you – that I'm aware of your secrets, and I know more about some of you than you know about yourselves. It follows, then, with knowledge of those secrets, that I know the individuals you would want least to know about them.

I can arrange for those individuals to have a good amount of information that you probably don't want them to have within three days' time.

You've all been operating under the assumption that maybe if you plead enough, I'll send messages back to your own worlds; I said I would consider, but I never agreed to only send messages you like.

Of course, if you take initiative and terminate the exercise before the given time limit is up...well. There's not much I can do about that, is there?

[zomgboom]

[. . . Tabby stares blankly for a few moments and then bursts out laughing.]

ZOMG! That's what you came up with? That? I can't. I just. These get worse and worse every week.

[midnightsea]

[Goddamn, does he ever hate incentive day. That and trials, it's like no one wants him to get any sleep around h-]

[...Oh. Wow. Okay, sounds like we just started playing hardball.]

He's bluffing. [That was said in a tone not unlike what he'd used at Asuka's trial--the sound of someone stubborn enough to disagree when he knew damn well he was wrong. It had just occurred to him that the fact his ruined journal was in the vending machine at all meant one thing.]

[Ashley couldn't have been the only one to read it.]

[announcemyvictory]

[Elise pales and looks around at the group.]

He isn't playing around with us.

[forcegalactic]

[Damn. Actually giving them something worth worrying about. There's not a lot Mordecai feels he has to hide that wouldn't fit under "embarrassing private stuff", but...

But he can't give in. ] You know, there's too much I don't even understand about myself to care.

[clearasmud]

[ Oh, that's...

Actually fine? Kan-chan's dead, and to her knowledge she has no one else left home, so... well, other than "Haruka", but she doesn't know anything about him. Maybe if she had all her memories she'd care, but...

Well. The incentive's never been the problem, though. It's a matter of who will jump for it, and if they'll go after her.

Youko will calmly linger in the foyer, intent on noting who seems to be at risk this time. ]

[oftheland]

...Ah... erm... Hm.

[...is there anything that he actually cares about getting out at this point? Like, at all? It's not like he hasn't had to rebound from setbacks before, if he was working on a plan the Dex Holders shouldn't know about...]

...well, I guess that's kind of inconvenient.

[icysemblance]

[Blake's identity, Weiss thinks immediately. That would be devastating in the wrong hands; her teammate might be expelled from Beacon, or worse. It's certainly bad, but after a second, she shakes her head. It's not personal enough. It wouldn't be enough to push Blake over the edge, and it wouldn't push Weiss over it, either. It's not that she doesn't care, but she knows it's the last thing Blake would want.

That just leaves other things. It wouldn't be the end of the world if any silly crushes got out, or if someone knew she had been clinging to the plush toy she'd gotten out of the vending machine every night.]

- Mountain Glenn.

[The words are quiet. It's not the whole of the mission that's a problem; it's what she'd said about her family and the company. That would get her yanked out of Beacon and hidden away in a dark corner of the family's estate, only trotted out for fancy occasions, if that.]

...even that isn't worth taking a life over, though.

[Even that worst-case scenario wouldn't happen without a fight.]

[heymcfly]

[ Marty snorts. ] What's he gonna do, tell my parents?

[ he's secretly freaking out high, because leave the Doc out of it! ] He's not kidding anymore.

[decrees]

[Okay, had this happened during the first week or hell, even last week, Logan might have been tempted. There are things he doesn't want anyone to know, but...]

It's not as though it will matter soon anyway.

[That's quiet and Logan shakes his head, turning to leave. At least this week he won't have a breakdown over the incentive.]

[ninehundredlives]

...I suppose that would require having people at home who we care about.

[Susan's life is sad and empty, CHECK AND MATE]

[swirlied]

[ He would have been concerned had it not been for that last memory, where the only person he's hiding things from probably knows about everything by now. ]

Go ahead. It's not like I'm hiding anything that I can't explain to them.

[charcoalfeather]

[Rakka stands... in a confusing position. She already can't remember anything about herself, apart from those few memories that came to her... Still, she knew without a doubt that this was harder on some of the other people here.]

H-how can he make a demand like that? [Her hands clench together. A sign of growing stress.]

[She says with such certainty that it hides the "I'm sure that I was nothing special."]

[perpend]

[Cabanela stands in the foyer for a long, long moment, not saying anything.]

Go ahead. It's not like I have very many secrets to keep. Most people know about them already, anyway.

And you can go ahead and tell the one who doesn't; she deserves to know.

[He's not biting.]

[mortyfied]

[Everyone has secrets to hide, don't they? Even Morty has secrets he doesn't want certain people to know, not enough to kill over but he can hardly imagine what everyone else had to hide... there's definitely a worry there.]

Th-that's going too far! [He seems extremely nervous about this motive... what if someone was actually desperate enough?]

[withabigsmile]

[Well isn't that cute. Thanks, Mister Conductor.

She isn't worried about the motive herself; her secrets have been broadcasted over god damn regional television before, so what's it matter now? On the other hand, everyone else...

Well, it's not like people have stopped murdering each other before, and it's not about to start now.]

[shuttermouse]

[ Another week, another incentive for murder. Chie isn't surprised at all and casts her gaze around, observing the others for a while before turning around to leave. ]

NOTE ON THE FRIDGE

[withabigsmile]

[You know what, fuck this motive, they're gonna have a good time.]

♥ HOT POT TOMORROW AFTERNOON ♥

Who's in? Let's make a delicious new memory together!

[announcemyvictory]

Elise

[Since she'll be pulled in anyway...]

[perpend]

Cabanela

[Screw your incentive, Conductor.]

[swirlied]

Yuuri

[ He's always up for some hot pot. ]

[charcoalfeather]

[...You know, Rakka's been in a funk for a few days. She's gonna do something about that!]

Rakka

[.....And under that, is a tiny note added on.]

What is a Hot Pot?

[forcegalactic]

Mordecai Benmont Jiminy

ACTION

[openterrain]

[ Jean's just stopping by for a bite to eat this afternoon, but the sight of the note has him pausing and reading over it curiously. He turns to whoever happens to be nearest, pointing at the note. ]

Hey - do you know what hot pot is?