Week 6.

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WEEK 6 Losing three people in one week isn't very nice, is it? Morty Smith, Rakka, and Dio Brando have all joined the deceased. It will be hard to forget them. It will be even harder to forget that execution and Dio's flying, screaming head. Life must go on though and 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. Some of your antics have resulted in more rule changes, effective immediately. You might want to avoid breaking those if you're fond of staying alive. But then again, there are ghosts. Maybe dying wouldn't be so bad after all. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 18 PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 17

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week six 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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TUESDAY

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INCENTIVE

[antitrust]

[The usual time for the announcements comes and goes easily today, and without much fanfare, either.

Without any fanfare, in fact. The intercom remains silent; it seems that there isn't any message from the Conductor forthcoming at all.

Odd.

...Odder still, perhaps, is the fact that the number of chickens in the room on the first floor appears to have doubled. There are eight of those things in there. Why are there eight of them.

We're in for a strange week.]



[OOC: NUMBER OF CHICKENS WILL INCREASE BY FOUR DAILY UNTIL MORALE IMPROVES OR SOMEONE DIES.

WHY?

...GOOD QUESTION. ONE THAT THE CONDUCTOR DOES NOT FEEL LIKE ANSWERING, UNFORTUNATELY.]

[trustmods]

[Anyone going through Logan's inventory this morning (Tabby, this means you) will notice that the weapons are missing.]

[clearasmud]

[ Since Youko was living in Logan's Reaver's room at Logan's time of death, you'd hope that she'd be the first one to discover that the weapons were gone. At any rate, once she's finally left Bakugou in his own room to sleep, that's where she heads back to.

The guns and swords are eye-catching and as such, their absence is obvious to her the moment she steps into the room. After a fleeting, cursory search to make sure they haven't somehow fallen to the floor, Youko spins on her heel with one destination in mind: Tabby's room.

...Which she doesn't know off the top of her head, so it takes some quickly scanned nameplates before- there. 22, with a strange object hanging from the door preventing it from complete closure - and from being easily barged into. ]

Return their things immediately.

[ Youko is not remotely in the realm of fucking around. ]

[zomgboom]

[she was sleeping, what the actual fuck is going on - oh, it's youko.]

I already told you, the dice and are mine. I'm willing to, like, let you have the gun or whatever, since you took it, but I only took what I had already taken from Reaver. [........... including the dark seal. which is now living in byakuren's room.] I don't need the rest of it, so I left it for you to cry over or whatever it is do when they're sad.

[clearasmud]

Their possessions are to be safeguarded until we can revive them. Not pawed over by some common thief.

Give all of it back. Including the gun. You barely knew them, why are you so possessed by greed?!

[zomgboom]

I don't have the gun. Feel free to go through my shit if you're that much of a , but the gun was gone when I got there. [She thought you took it.] I took the dice and weird spiky thing I stole from Reaver originally. That's all.

[heymcfly]

[ marty really wants some chicken nuggets ]

Can we do something about this...? The chickens.

[announcemyvictory]

Oh, I'm sure we can take care of them. We'll need a little more space if this keeps up, though. Do you think Tabitha requested more?

[heymcfly]

Prob'ly. [ He wrinkles his nose. ] It's gonna smell even worse.

...There's gotta be something we can do with these things. I mean, can't we just eat one or something?

[announcemyvictory]

Don't start that again. We've got chicken in the freezer. Don't waste.

[Elise pauses, like she's never considered waste to be important to prevent before. She probably hasn't.]

And we like them. All right?

[ninehundredlives]

...since when are there eight of them?

[Susan doesn't come in here as regularly as some people, but she's pretty damn sure there were only four.]

[rickdiculous]

[...okay, time to be a productive individual.

Mostly productive in the fact that Rick, for the most part, will be in the lab literally all day. He had dabbled for a little while yesterday, but today will be spent working with this Victor-Frankenstein esque bullshit and seeing what goes together and what doesn't. He's able to piece very little together, given the lab's almost-primitive state, and one might find him cursing at the primitive nature of the whole thing.

Eventually, he just makes a bowl of oobleck and starts dipping his hand into it idly, because this place has brought him down to the level of first grade science experiments involving corn starch. Other times, you might catch him in there conversing and/or arguing with a tiny robot.]

[announcemyvictory]

Ah... hello. [blink] Magic mud? I haven't seen that since elementary school.

[rickdiculous]

Literally nobody calls - calls that magic mud. It's oob-[eeeurgh]-leck. Like the Seuss book.

[said as he lets it fall down off his hand and into the bowl]

[withabigsmile]

[Blue is not here for the old guy. Oh no.

She is here for the little robot that's with him; she bends down near it to get a better look.]

Hi there! What's your name?

[Ooooh this just just the absolute coolest thing she's seen here, god bless you Rick you have technology--]

[rickdiculous]

I do not have a name. I am programmed only to pass butter.

[WOW this thing it seems like a real conversationalist]

[forcegalactic]

[As much as Mordecai wants to pass by the old mad scientist and his toys, the robot draws him right in.]

You made this?

[Holy shit, something modern!]

[rickdiculous]

Yeah, I did. APPARENTLY, I also programmed it to be a massive tool. Who would've - would've thought.

[Rick is v done with Butter Robot's bullshit.]

[housenurse]

-- just go in, it'll be fine! The worst he can do is yell, right...? No, no, the worst he can do is-- No! He wouldn't! You just need to...

[so a muffled yet intense conversation has been going on in the hall outside the lab for about ten minutes now, as she literally paces back and forth in front of the door, arguing with herself over whether to go inside or not.]

[rickdiculous]

[Is this Five Nights at Freddy's, ma'm, because there is a very angry looking individual who heard this and is leering his head outside the doorway]

What.

[clearasmud]

Do you want any help? Because I want to help.

[ And learn via watching. She needs something productive to do or this new Youko's going to crumble, y'know? ]

[oftheland]

[...given that Giovanni stayed awake pretty much all night trying to make sure nobody fell asleep and died, nobody is going to see him around until the late afternoon, at which point he heads into the kitchen to make "breakfast." If he sees anyone while making himself some scrambled eggs, he'll wave first and then ask a question that may or may not seem terribly obvious...]

...I think I may have slept through the announcement of whatever the Conductor's trying to do to get us to kill someone this week. What was it this time?

[After that, he'll head up to the art room, where it seems like he's embarking on a bit of a project. Namely, he seems to be copying drawings of animals out of one of the books provided by the Conductor and drawing their Pokemon equivalent next to them. It... should be noted that while his drawing style is competent, it's very textbook and not terribly dynamic.

Still, if you're curious about how Pokemon compare to real world animals, you can probably find out here! They're mostly Ground-types, but you know.]

kitchen

[announcemyvictory]

I didn't hear a thing. Odd as it is to consider, I think he may have... skipped the week. Perhaps because of. You know.

[oftheland]

...ah, really? That's new. Though, thinking about it, he honestly may have considered all that incentive enough.

"Terminate the exercise and you get to get away from that horrible thing."