Week 2.

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WEEK 2 Two people are dead. Ken Kaneki has been murdered, Reaver has been executed - and perhaps most uncomfortably, the Conductor is proud of you all for adhering to due process. (As always, by which he means that there is a process, and you all are certainly doing it.) Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; come Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock and there are no dead bodies to be found, so it can be assumed that all of you are safe for the time being. That said, you'll be feeling a little groggy when you wake up; it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost... However, once you've shaken that off, there are new things to be looked at; the previously closed-off area near the kitchen has been unlocked, and there's a new floor to be explored - consider it your reward for a job well done. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 27

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week two 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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[heymcfly]

[ Doc? Doc?! C'mere, quick!

The scientist quickly jogged over, light showing his path in the darkness. Marty knelt by the tombstone, his heart hammering in his chest. Copernicus was lying on the ground, head between his paws.

He couldn't make sense of how this happened. But it was clear that the Doc was dead.


Here lies
Emmett Brown

Died September 7th, 1885

When the Doc finally caught to him, his face was twisted with concern. Oh Marty, it looks like you've seen a ghost!

You're not too far off, Doc.

Doc was dead. Jesus, the Doc was dead...! ]



vending machine

[ If you see Marty standing there, he looks...well, depressed. Maybe a little confused? He's got a load of weird shit for the most part, except for a picture out of its frame. It's obvious to see that the picture holds the most importance, as the rest of the stuff he's got is lying on the floor.

The picture is browned with age, a little crinkled at the edges. There stands him and the Doc. It's obviously old (why in the hell would he wear a hat like that?), but it doesn't make any sense. It's obviously him and Doc standing there, with what, the clocktower in the background? Something with a clock? Marty tries to think, until he's got a headache that throbs behind his eyes. But he can't remember anything about this.

Despite the confusion, Marty continues to observe the picture. That's his best friend standing there, looking as happy as ever. All of a sudden he was wracked with homesickness, enough to make his stomach hurt. It wasn't enough to make him cry...but he was sad. Maybe if the Doc was here, this would make sense.

But wait. He was dead, wasn't it? With the homesickness comes a mix of grief, and Marty almost chokes out a sob.

He catches himself, and lets out a sigh instead. ] The hell's going on here, Doc...?

[forcegalactic]

[The sound of the vending machine dispensing prizes draws Mordecai into the room, paranoid about more weapons coming out. He peeks at the objects on the floor, not too dangerous unless Marty used that stone thing to hit someone on the head.

Whatever Marty is looking at, it's clearly more interesting, and his reaction to that picture is a familiar one.]

Also got a photo that don't make sense?

[He slides next to Marty and keeps in eyes on the picture. Those are clearly not clothes from 1985, but Mordecai catches himself, remembering the whole time traveling business.]

[heymcfly]

[ Footsteps coming his way alerted Marty to Mordecai's presence, and he gave a small little nod as a hello. He's not exactly trusting himself to speak right now; there a painful lump in his throat, and it's not exactly going away all that fast.

Mordecai's question catches his attention. ] You too?

[ He looks down to the picture, shaking his head. ] I feel like...it's familiar. I can't put my finger on it, but it's...[ Marty can't even think of the right words. Yeah, that's irritating.

Blue eyes run over the paper again, landing on the white-haired scientist. ] He's dead. [ Marty points to the Doc. And dammit, his voice cracks. ]

[forcegalactic]

[Mordecai bites his lip. This Doc, perhaps a scientist involved in the time travel project Marty mentioned, was an old man and someone close to the boy. Maybe it was due to old age, but death hurts anyway.

He puts a comforting hand on Marty's shoulder.] I'm awful sorry about your loss. He looks like a smart man.

[Familiar. That's not the case with Mordecai's photo, which he keeps inside his vest ever since he received it. The landscape of Mars is familiar, the teenagers' faces feel familiar in the back of his mind, but none of the situation makes any sense apart from that.]

Here. I got this last week. I think it's a trick by the Conductor to get me all confused and panicky over things that may or may not be real, even if he did a good job of Space Photoshoppin' it.

[The image is of excellent, future-tech quality, and it looks like it's the real thing. A group of teenagers in jerseys, one of them holding a soccer ball, and Mordecai in a matching shirt to the right, all of them smiling at the camera.

That is definitely Mars in the background.]

[heymcfly]

[ Marty smiled, clearing his throat rather loudly. ] Yeah. He was my best friend. [ When Mordecai offers the photo that he received, Marty silently thanks him for the change in subject. He doesn't want to go crying in front of everybody about this.

It takes him a second or two to register that this isn't on Earth. His jaw drops! ] Are you tellin' me this isn't on Earth? What is this, Mars or something?

[ They looked absolutely normal. Wearing jerseys, holding soccer balls. Mordecai looked beaming, which made Marty kind of sad. ]

How can you even breathe?

[forcegalactic]

[His hand drops and he gives Marty a confused look.] 'Course it's Mars, I told you before. Where else would this be?

[But it seems he finally believes him. Perhaps he should show this photo to everyone who was skeptical; that'll show em.]

What'd you mean? We can breathe just fine, especially after they did a bit of terraformin'.

[heymcfly]

Well yeah, but...[ It was kind of hard to believe it. And there was no way this could have been drawn. The details were too good! ] That's nuts. That's so nuts. [ He carefully hands Mordecai the picture; he knew he wanted his to be treated gently, so he'll return the same!

When he hears about the breathing thing, though. He's spewing confusion right now. ] Wait...but how? I thought you couldn't breathe in space! And Mars doesn't have any trees!

[forcegalactic]

[The old photo looks more believable than his own, mostly because Marty said he could travel through time.]

Ain't nuts no more. We got buildin's to help with filterin', sure, but we could always walk just fine, unlike Venus or Mercury.

...You know, never really thought about the lack of trees there. Lived there so long, I almost forgot!

[heymcfly]

[ Holy shit. Marty's beyond the point of wondering if this guy was telling the truth. The fact that Mordecai's talking about actually living on Mars is pretty damn neat at this point in time. Forget how weird it is! ]

So what's it like? [ His head tilts, eyes wide with curiosity. ] Do you have swimming pools? Roads?

[mortyfied]

[Morty caught sight of Marty looking particularly down while he was on his way to the dining hall, and of course he couldn't just ignore it. He approached the other teen and quietly looked over his shoulder (not literally because he's tiny) at the picture, to get an idea of why he was sad in the first place.]

Oh, i-is that your scientist friend? [He tries to ask that politely, with as small, awkward smile as he does.]

[heymcfly]

[ Marty jumps a little when he hears Morty approach! He's so tiny! I mean, people called him short and everything, but holy shit.

He looks down to Morty and gives a sad little nod, clearing his throat. He's not going to cry in front of this kid, so help him god. Marty swallows hard, before daring to open his mouth. ] Yeah. That's the Doc there. [ He points with his thumb. ] He was a really good guy.

[ Was. ]

I don't remember what happened with this. But it's good to see him again.

[mortyfied]

...you really miss him, huh? [Also: do all scientists have unruly hair? Who knows.]

Man, y'know.. I-I wish there was a way to at least talk to our families and friends back home, even just a letter or something would be nice.

[heymcfly]

Yeah. [ His voice isn't much more than a whisper now. ] Yeah, I do.

I heard we can send letters but I don't know if they'll actually go out or not. [ Marty lowers the picture. ] Not sure the Conductor or whatever would want us to talk to our folks or anything.

[ Marty doesn't mean to change the subject so quick; there's a question that's been nagging at him, and he wants to answer. Since people seem to get them confused a lot. ]

So Rick's your grandpa, right? Where's your parents?

[mortyfied]

[Sending letters, huh... he kind of doubts the Conductor'd really send them out.]

Oh uh, yeah he's my grandpa. And my parents are probably back home, w-with everyone else. [Kind of a weird question to ask when the answer was so obvious.]

W-why'd you ask?

[heymcfly]

[ Marty can't say do words right now ]

I mean, uh. What are they like? [ He tries to smooth thing out, because it's necessary. Very Necessary. ] Do they know about...? [ Rick and his boozing, with the habit of being a jerk. ] ...him?

[mortyfied]

Oh. [Yeah okay that makes a little more sense. He rubs the back of his head kind of awkwardly, looking perhaps a little embarrassed.]

Yeah, they know. H-he's the same way to everyone in our family, we're just kinda used to it at this point.

[heymcfly]

Jesus. [ Is that what his Uncle Joey was like? ] That doesn't make it right though.

Does he go to AA or anything? Sounds like he needs it.

[rickdiculous]

[Was one member of the Sanchez-Smith family enough for you, Morty 2.0? Sucks to suck, because here's Rick, absolutely staking out the vending machine.]

So, what. Y-you got a picture or something?

[heymcfly]

[ Marty tries to smile! This isn't the Doc who likes to drink a lot, nah. Doc doesn't have a monobrow, duh. ] Yeah. Me and my friend.

[ He points to the Doc, and he can't help but smile. ] I used to hang out with him a lot. I think he's dead though.

[rickdiculous]

Woah. T-that got morbid real fast.

[kinda squinting at the picture] You at some kind of...western convention or some shit like that.

[heymcfly]

Yeah. Tell me about it.

[ Marty squints at the photo, and eventually he just shakes his head. ] I think? I can't remember.

Kinda looks like it though. He was a big fan of the Old West. Maybe that's it?

[rickdiculous]

Wow. S-so he drugged you and took you to a Western Theme Park. That's pretty cool. Maybe you should've - should've been more willing to dress up next time.

[heymcfly]

The Doc drugging me? No. No no no. [ He shakes his head a little too hard. ] Doc wouldn't do stuff like that. He's a really nice guy. If I didn't wanna go he wouldn't drag me along.

...I'd say that's dressed up. Right? [ He points to himself. ] 'S not like I'm wearing jeans...

[rickdiculous]

Yeah, I mean m-maybe he did it so you'd dress up. Or something. I don't know. Don't really have any ideas there.

[heymcfly]

Huh. Maybe it was a costume party or somethin'.

[ weird. ]

Anyway. Your name's Rick, right? I'm Marty.