Week 5.

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WEEK 5 Two more are gone this week. Luna and Chie Hori have joined those who are present only in memory now, and their passing seems to have left a lot of emotions raw and exposed. But as usual, the group has at least a little bit of time to recover. Saturday can be dedicated to rest and sleep; on Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock. The stairwells are clear of bodies; there's no more death to be dealt with for the time being. Unless, of course, you happened to recover something particularly unfortunate in your dreams... Once again, there's a new floor to explore; your reward for doing your job well. And since you've survived for a month now, you are doing your job well. However, the new floor isn't the only thing that's changed; there are a few things about the building that seem a little...off. A few things that weren't there before might be, or a few things that should be there aren't; you'll just have to see what the week brings, won't you? That is, if you're not going to be investigating all the goings-on personally... PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 21

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[OOC: Welcome to week five 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 to be used at your leisure, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here!]

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THURSDAY

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[mortyfied]

[The halls were filled with hope, ever since the group had contacted their dear, deceased friends. Morty heard through the grapevine that the seance was successful -- and now they had an idea of how to fight that creepy shadow monster during the trials. Things were looking up.

...except, Morty's the most confused and stressed this week than he has been since he got here.

There were just so many questions he had, left unanswered and the only person who could answer them was being extremely unhelpful. Morty wasn't sure if he was just refusing to talk or if he really had no answers to give -- but he felt kind of hurt because he knew better... and he was tired of having stuff hid from him so much. He was really starting to get low on patience.

But even though he was not in a particularly great state of mind, after a day of thinking alone in his room, he decided that he didn't want to be a damper on everyone's moods. It wasn't like him to sit around and mope -- and he didn't want to worry anyone. So, while on Wednesday he was completely absent, Thursday is different.

In the morning, he can be found in the kitchen mixing some ingredients into a bowl. It looked like he was making some kind of dough and having a really tough time with it. Not only that, but the kitchen was an absolute mess from him trying to figure out what he was doing. And like hell was he going to clean up after himself, he's a 14 year old boy what do you want from him!

Though after his cooking escapades are over (probably thanks to some help), there's a big plate of some decent looking pretzels sitting on a counter in the kitchen. There's a note next to it saying to help yourself, signed Morty S.

In the afternoon he can be found at the vending machine, munching on a pretzel himself. He had a couple of coins sitting on his desk since earlier that week and he wanted to finally put them to use. So, he uses his mouth to hold the half of a pretzel while he was busy with his hands - putting the coins in the machine and pulling out his prizes.

The first one is a tea cup which.. is something he's probably going to put in the kitchen for universal use. The other though -- now, that's something interesting. He sets the cup to his side and puts in his last coin, and when he turns it a collar pops out. It surprises him so much that the pretzel in his mouth sadly has been dropped, because his mouth is kind of opened wide as he turns the collar over in his hands. He'll be sitting in front of the machine for at least ten or fifteen minutes trying to wrap the collar around his neck and get the broken latch to work again.

And finally, during the evening he can be found in the ballroom (because no doubt the music room is being used all day) kind of awkwardly plunking at keys on the piano. It sounds like he's got most of the melody right but the rhythm is definitely off -- but he's practicing! Logan taught him how to play and he wanted to at least nail one song so he could show him the fruits of his labor.]

Vending machine

[charcoalfeather]

[Rakka herself had some coins to burn, so she was thinking of heading down to the machine herself. Her mind was in overdrive after the past few days, filled with conflicting feelings of hope... curiosity, sadness and shock at the fact of their friends not-so permanently silent demise.

Ghosts. Could you believe it?

It's inevitable that she sees Morty there, already with something out of the machine, though Rakka couldn't see it just yet.]

Morty? ...Did you get something? [Of course he did, but Rakka just wanted to make herself known.]

[forcegalactic]

[With time to mull over his latest memory and the wonderful seance two days ago, Mordecai has calmed down by Thursday morning and immediately heads to the kitchen with the nearly empty container of salt and a roll of bandages he won from the vending machine. He uses up the rest of the salt to season the scrambled eggs. Lots of scrambles eggs. Some with vegetables, some extra fluffy, some with bacon bits, this batch is extra spicy--

...He may have made too much, but this container needs to be empty before he fills it with pepper.

Now it's time to get to work. Time to shake off that fear and take responsibility. No one else should die, even if he could bring them all back with the Force Galactic. He should say it's because he refuses to have any more trouble come to this place, but as he walks up the steps, the images of some of the others cross his mind. As much as he tried not to get too attached to the other strangers, especially after what happened to Ashely, he has to admit he cares about some of them. Sukuyo and Jean and Marty and Rakka...heck, if just for them, he has to keep everyone here safe.

But first he stops at the bar to stand about ten feet away from the piano and stare at it. The real thing. The piano that lead to a humiliating few days of singing. How did the Conductor even get hold of that? Did he salvage the wreckage of the Space Saloon, which was carrying the corpse of the piano that loved her? What did that saloon do after she walked off?

Missing memories sure are frustrating.

He finally goes to the game room--opening the cabinets, looking through the board games for any hidden notes. There's a ton of boxes in this room, there's bound to be something in one of them.]

Bar

[ninehundredlives]

...there's another piano now?

[Look, she likes pianos, but where the hell are they all coming from?]

[nankurunaisa]

[There's a new sound in the game room on Thursday, and it might be a familiar sound to some—Hibiki is playing table tennis. She's pushed a table closer to the wall so she can work out some much needed aggression with some swift wrist movements. She serves, it bounces, it hits the wall on the other side, and she hits it back. The longer people watch, the more impressive her rallies will be. Sure, she makes mistakes, but this is one of her hobbies. It even says so on her profile if no one believes her.

But actual players would make this better, and she has four cerulean-colored rackets to work with here. Anyone coming by will definitely get sucked into a game, they never stood a chance.

During the afternoon, Hibiki can be found cooking in the kitchen. She's determined to make something delicious for everyone (her track record these last two weeks is not great), so she'll be making a recipe from home. Oil in the skillet, frying dough...if the scent of her sata andagi don't draw people out, she'll happily eat them all herself. Some with cinnamon, others with a bit of orange...she'll be setting them out and leaving a note on the fridge telling people to help themselves, but she'll also stick around for people to try them, too.]

[openterrain]

[ Needless to say, the prospect of talking to Hibiki is a little awkward, after their first fight over Ashley at Reaver's trial and their subsequent spat over the murder book at Chie's.

But he's curious and he's learning the value of playing nice in such a tense environment. So when he wanders into the game room and catches her in her competition against the wall he doesn't feel awkward about asking: ] What is that?

game room

[announcemyvictory]

Hello, there, Hibiki. Ah, table tennis! I've done it a little, though not all that often, I'll admit.

Kitchen

[ninehundredlives]

[Well, that sure is the smell of...something. Susan's honestly surprised to find Hibiki cooking, but that's certainly one of the few people she's alright taking food from.]

What is that?

[swirlied]

[ In the morning, Yuuri can be found in the dojo practicing with a wooden sword. He's not good at it, but he's using what Logan taught him the other day, trying to get better.

Then in the afternoon, Yuuri will be in the music room sitting at the piano and practicing the scales Sol taught him yesterday. He has them written down on a piece of paper in front of him (they really need some sheet music) and he's going through all of them slowly. ]

dojo

[openterrain]

[ Jean doesn't know much at all about swordplay, so at first he only watches Yuuri from the doorway while he practices. Even Jean can tell he's inexperienced, however, so after letting Yuuri do his thing for a bit he finally speaks up. ]

Are you learning how to protect yourself?

Dojo

[withabigsmile]

[...Blue is not done with her god damn bubble mic, it seems; a bubble heads towards Yuuri and pops right next to him as he practices with his sword.]

Ooh, Yuuri! You're so cool and strong!

[There's only one person that could be. Blue and Wiggly watch him from a safe distance.]

[decrees]

[The first order of business when Logan gets up is to check the library to see if those notes have been returned. He finds the two books easily and flips through them, but much to his disappointment, the notes are still there. There's nothing new in the books either, which is frustrating. He'll put them back in their properly places; maybe tomorrow there will be something.

His next stop is the ballroom, where he'll spend awhile playing the piano before getting bored. Logan could go practice with the crossbow again, but considering how awful he is with it, he's not really interested in that.

He studies the ballroom for a moment, tipping his head while he thinks. It's been awhile and he's horribly out of practice, but... Well, it's not like he has anything better to do.

For a little while Logan can be found uh. Dancing. With an invisible partner, apparently. He's humming softly as he moves and he's (surprisingly?) good at it. He'll stop the moment anyone comes in though, because this is sort of embarrassing.]

ballroom

[midnightsea]

[Guess who's leaning on the door frame with crossed arms and a smug smirk on his face?]

[If you guessed 'this feather-wearing douchebag' you are correct]

[Roll for a spot check, Logan.]

ballroom

[openterrain]

[ Practicing music? Totally fine! Totally normal. Totally something Jean was prepared to walk in on.

Practicing dancing? With no one? That's a little different and Jean ends up freezing, slightly puzzled look on his face. Of course, Logan also ends up stopping dead and suddenly the awkwardness is unbearable. Jean has to say something, anything, to break the silence. ]

Ah... Logan. Hi.

[ Nailed it. ]

ballroom

[perpend]

[He watches Logan for a long moment, not sure if he should say anything because, well....

That would be admitting he's been staring.

Eventually, though, Cabanela decides on being honest.]

You dance incredibly well.

ballroom

[rickdiculous]

Yo, that dancing is fucking shit.

[After staring for a moment, Rick walks in with a red cup full of alcohol, honestly not caring if Logan stops or not.]

ballroom

[charcoalfeather]

[As though willed by the gods, a certain someone walks past the ballroom as Logan is getting into the swing of things.

She has to stop. And she certainly needs to watch this happen.

Yes, it's all very necessary.]

library!

[mortyfied]

[Morty was just stopping by to look for something to read -- when he sees Logan looking extremely frustrated as he flips through the pages of a book. So curiously, he slides into the room and approaches Logan, peering up at him with a look of concern.]

K-King Logan? Are you - is something wrong?

[clearasmud]

[ Youko wasn't avoiding Logan - for as long as they were trapped in a place with incentivized murder, that would be very silly. All the same, she wasn't exactly seeking him out, either...

Catching sight of whatever the hell Logan's doing in the ballroom is more than enough to push aside any bruised feelings, however. Because what.

Seriously, what- oh. ]

You're dancing!

[ -Youko says triumphantly, like this is some kind of clever deduction and not a statement of the obvious. ]

[withabigsmile]

[So Blue has clothes to give to people; today she's seeking said people out. Wherever Yuuri, Morty, Mordecai, Rakka, Youko, and Sol are, Blue's seeking them out to give them some questionable outfits.

But when she's done with that, she heads to the vending machine and gets... Well, a rather strange looking device with a microphone attached, which makes her absolutely light up.

Today, anyone might see a bubble coming their way; it will head towards them and pop, leaving a message behind!

...The content of those messages might be questionable. Listen to the bubbles with caution.]

[forcegalactic]

[While walking downstairs from his investigation, Mordecai isn't really thinking about the people around him. This week has been exhausting ever since he woke up on Sunday, and getting to speak with the ghosts hasn't done enough to pull him out of his melancholy.

So he doesn't notice a giant bubble float at him until it's a foot away from his face.

He flinches, surprised. Who's been mixing soap and water recently?]

[zomgboom]

[BUBBLES?!

unsecretly, tabby is actually like five and is insanely excited by a bubble, so she actually runs up to the bubble and pops it.]

[charcoalfeather]

....Aaaah...

[That sure is a bubble! Rakka, being Rakka, is naturally astounded by this. She hadn't seen bubbles just floating around until now. So, what gives?



Well, it was interesting. She waits until it's close enough, then gently reaches out with a finger to poke it.]

[decrees]

[...that sure is a bubble, isn't it. Logan is so done he's not even surprised at this point. So he'll just... ignore it and move on to wherever it is he's going.

UNLESS THE BUBBLE POPS AND SAYS SOMETHING, OF COURSE.]