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... |
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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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Good afternoon.
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[ It's still not a great morning by her standards, but she offers up a tiny smile. It's...not the best, but. Hey, they talked to ghosts! That's something, right? ]
How are you holdin' up today?
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[ She wants to know how. If they can leave this place with everyone, then...isn't that the optimal choice? ]
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[ she says, although she's usually ok at trials...BUT THAT'S DIFFERENT ]
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[ She's just. Not having a great week.
She's clearly at least trying to pull herself together, though, as shown by being out and about after Sunday and Monday being spent hibernating... ]
It's just...a process.
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I'm...gonna keep doin' my best, anyway. You are, too, right? It's never goin' to be okay again, but...if we give up after all this shit, Luna's death will mean less than nothin'. It means nothing now already, so - so at least I have to carry on and do her part, too. What she'd want me to do.
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You've been good. You have everyone's well-being in mind. And for so long, I've just been thinking about myself... It's nothing. It can't be helped now, so we have to do what we must.
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[Gulp. She looks up at Sol.]
On that... I'll believe you.
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[ ... ]
"All these kind people are with you still." Even when she was writin' a letter in case she was fuckin' murdered, Luna believed that. I believe that, too.
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