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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. |
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!]
SUNDAY
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His hands grabbed at his friend, rolling him over to expose dead, open eyes. Marty turned away and started sobbing.
But suddenly he heard rustling behind him. There was the Doc, shaken but alive.
A bulletproof vest was his savior. He taped Marty's warning back together!
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Marty stayed in his room most of the day. The will to go anywhere else was nowhere. He was confused, worried, feeling more down on his kick than he had ever been. Why go out and make friends when you'd soon be dead? Feel free to bother him all you want though.
Eventually, however, he'll come out to the foyer. He'll find a couch to himself, being his knees to his chest and stay that way. Ashley had been one of his closest friends, and he's taking her passing very hard. ]
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But for once, it wasn't concerning for her, let alone life threatening... Well it was a little life threatening, but not nearly as much as usual, so she can let it slide for now.
There's a note that gets slipped under Giovanni's door, which reads:]
We need to talk. Meet me for dinner? ♥
[And with that done, she... heads up to explore the new floor, because while she promised people clothing, she can't quite stomach being back in the sewing room just yet. She spends a good chunk of time in the game room fiddling with cards and dealing poker hands to no one in particular. It's something to do with her hands for a while. Once that becomes dull enough, she'll peruse the bar, not intending to drink anything because hell no, but curious about the room anyway.]
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[And at his command, the raising of a black-nailed hand and the call of his power's true name...in a flash of gold, everything stopped.]
['This is ｢The World.｣']
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[Dio awoke in the early evening, and he awoke laughing. Ah, there was his solution after all. If only he'd known sooner; they could all have been out of here by now. But no matter, no matter. He knew now, and could set himself to figuring out how to reawaken the power that even now laid sleeping somewhere within him. Hadn't there been some obnoxious woman to help him with that in Cairo?]
[Journal in hand he left his room well before 10PM and stopped in the foyer to stand in front of the clock; observing its motion very carefully, with a look of intense concentration. The only time he looked away from it was to glance to his side...as though looking for something that should have been there, or suspecting someone might be.]
[When that failed to yield whatever results he clearly wanted, Dio scowled and moved to the dojo, having changed into a pair of pants held in place by only the grace of God and a clear disregard for physics. (You're welcome, Tabby.) He'd returned to his peculiar hobby of shadow boxing, fully intent on working himself to the point of exhaustion. If he found the limits of even a superhuman and vaulted past them, then...surely that would accomplish what he needed, wouldn't it?]
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"She's a lot more than that and now she's ready to take your place."
"Perhaps the time has come for someone else to lead Albion."
"You were never a leader, just another tyrant!"
"Did it ever occur to you that I may have had good reason to be?"
"We're not interested in your reasons."
"Cower behind ignorance if you will, but my sister deserves to know the truth."
"Save it for the trial, Logan. You can beg for your life then."
It takes Logan awhile to make an appearance on Sunday. The trial (Ashley's not his) was draining and horrifying and he will probably never be the same, but he can't let that continue to eat at him. He has to keep moving forward, for Albion--
(what is the point anymore)
The new floor is... interesting. Logan will be spending a good part of the day in the game room of all places. He's either messing around with a deck of cards, poking at the chess boards, or weirdly enough, flipping through those knockoff D&D rule books. After a moment of staring at that with his head tipped to the side, he takes a few more, moves to a table and begins to read, looking entirely too interested in such a nerdy hobby.
In the evening he'll be in the bar, looking through the drinks for something familiar, though he's not having much luck. Logan doesn't drink much, but drinking until he passes out so he doesn't have to deal with nightmares sounds like a perfectly valid way to handle literally everything in murderschool, so here he is.]
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"If you carelessly open the box with a different key and 'he' is released, there is nothing that can be done."
How does Murata know? What is going on? But before he can ask anything even in the dream, the earth opens up below them.
"C'mon, I can't pull you up with just one hand, hold onto both of them."
"You won't be able to, if something happens you'll—"
"If that happens, then I will fall with you."
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Yuuri wakes up in a daze, and heads to the kitchen to make himself breakfast. He seems spaced out, unable to focus on what he's doing and he ends up sitting at one of the tables in the dining hall with eggs that are a little too well done for his liking. He doesn't have much of an appetite because of everything that's happened, so he mostly stares at his food before eventually taking a couple of bites and throwing it away.
Later on, he's up on the fourth floor taking a look around. He makes his way into the game room and roots around to see what kind of games are in there. If someone comes in, he'll turn towards the door. ]
Do you want to play a game? [ Maybe it'll be a good distraction?]
[And late in the afternoon, Yuuri will be in the billiards hall, throwing some darts. His aim is terrible, but he's getting out some pent up frustration at least. Once he gets bored of that, though, he goes to check out the bar. He knows literally nothing about alcohol, but he still looks around for the sake of something to do. ]
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...still, this whole thing... well, it wasn't good. He was going to have to get creative soon.
Well, he did have a plan together, but holy shit he checked out the fourth floor and it's everything he ever wanted out of this damned place. There's cards! There's a bar! All it needs is the hookers!
...and there's pool and god damn does he ever want to play some pool. He is going to be playing a lot of pool today, because there's angles and math and careful planning and god does he ever love pool play a game with him
...okay yeah, later, he's making pancakes in the kitchen. They're unfortunately only for two, but he's got an ulterior motive... while he's frying them up, he's going to set Beedrill's Pokeball behind a salt and pepper shaker on the counter... so he can see what's going on, but prooobably will be pretty hard to notice.]
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It's a request that doesn't seem to break them out of the current situation at all.
Everyone is stunned and Kaneki checks with her once more, "…You want me to contact you through Tsukiyama-san?"
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Chie wakes up feeling confused, because while that dream explained her connection to Kaneki it left her with more questions. Chie remains in her bed for a while to process the dream before finally getting up.
She sets out to explore the new floor immediately after breakfast, and spends a long time just poking around in the game room and checking what kind of stuff they have there. If anyone enters the room while she's in there, she'll ask: ]
Want to play Go with me?
[ Later, she's in the bar, where she can be found looking through the drinks. After that trial yesterday, she feels like she probably needs a drink, but she decides against it for now. Maybe some other time, right now she's just here to look at stuff.
When she's done exploring the floor she decides to go back to her room for a while. The door is open a bit and she's sitting at her desk looking at the photos that are in a loose arrangement in front of her. There are a few from truth or dare, a few shirtless Dios and Giovannis, and from the second and third investigations and executions. The ones of Ashley's lifeless body are face down, though; she doesn't want to look at them right now. ]
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[Around midday on Sunday, Susan finally emerges from her room. She goes to the kitchen, lingering only as long as it takes to make some coffee and toast. Anything more complicated than that sounds like too much effort right now; her right hand is bandaged, which makes using it a little awkward. The dining room also sounds like too much effort, for entirely different reasons. She'll eat standing in the kitchen instead.
Afterwards, she returns to her room. She'll be there most of the day, but feel free to try and find her.
Later in the afternoon, she goes up to the infirmary. She doesn't stay long there either, just gathers up some bandages and antiseptic. After some hesitation, she takes a bottle of painkillers as well.
Finally, in the evening, she works up enough motivation to go look around on the fourth floor. None of the new rooms are particularly intriguing to her, but she can be found in the hallway, looking in on them. The bar could prove useful...but then, alcohol's never really been her succor of choice.]
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“Yeah. All the previous actors are well-known.”
“A long distance relationship...being miserable in love...
W-well, I’m perfect! There’s no job that I can’t do.
...So love...what does it mean?”
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[Before the morning bells ring, Hibiki will be in the incinerator's room. She doesn't know how to use a furnace, but she's intuitive to figure it out and get it warming up. In front of it (or, if you come in after it's warm, inside of it) is a dollhouse that had been brought up once or twice during the last two days. She can also be found with a crumpled up letter in one hand, clearly waiting for it to be burned as well.
After that, she can be found waiting for the mail room to open so she can drop in a letter
that I'll write later. She doesn't want to waste any time or be out longer than she has to, so she'll try to quickly get to her room once everything is over.And then, aside from a quick trip to the kitchen and to the coop room, she'll be unavailable until night time. That's when she finally decides to explore the third floor for herself in hopes that it'll be less crowded. Upon being disappointed to find a bar and a billiards room, she'll end up spending some time in the game room looking everything over, going through cabinets and cupboards in hopes of finding anything she likes.]
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'You go on ahead.' - her words to Blake, to Yang.
They feel empty, somehow. Even as she dreams of her glyphs, even as she fights.
She wakes up in a cold sweat, the mask and the vision of that saw coming far too close the only things she can see.
Eventually, she'll hole up in the library, trying her best to forget about it.]
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Rakka didn't get much sleep last night. Though she still wanders out of her room in the morning, she does drop by the kitchen to make some tea again. It's calming thing to her.
She's standing there at the counter, slowly stirring a cinnamon stick through the warm cup of water.
Eventually, and despite her initial problems with it, she wanders up to the sewing room. Bloody memories were fresh in her mind, but she had to check, no matter what. It was biting at her nerves as she climbed the stairs on the floor, wandering over to the doorway and slowly... painfully peered inside.
The body is gone, of course. It's like Ashley was never there.
It doesn't stop it all from being real, though.]
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For most of the day, though, she's on the new floor. While she only peers into the bar for two seconds before deciding it wasn't her jam, she's perfectly pleased with the game room, and seems to be digging through the board games with a trace of her usual good cheer. Whatever she remembered last night, she doesn't seem to want to focus on it, and seems capable of ignoring it... ]
We should totally have a group game night! Uh, as long as we don't play Clue...fuck murder mysteries, honestly.
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Elise spends the morning in the kitchen, studiously poring over the recipe on... the box of instant soup mix, as if it were some fancy recipe that required the utmost care. She's going to attempt to cook again; hopefully, it'll go better this time.
She stops by the chickens later on, feeding them, marking it off on the board, and then nervously trying to approach them. Hibiki gets to pet them all the time, it can't be that hard, can it?
Finally, she'll be in the library, pulling out books and flipping through them before putting them back. Someone can't seem to find something she wants to read.]
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[...He wondered briefly if Asuka had known how to play.]
[Scowling as that thought was brushed off, Dio set the queen on the last open white square and stared at the black and white pieces for a minute. Well...maybe there was no harm in waiting a few minutes, just to see if someone would happen to show up.]
[Some time later found him back in the dojo after again changing out of the glam rock purple to the same pants held in place solely by force of will. Looked like he would be back to shadow boxing all night again.]
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[With all the stress that has been piling up the past few weeks, the atmosphere could use a bit of matchmaking. And who is better suited to overseeing love blossom than Mordecai? Obviously it's up to him.
But by Monday, the high caused by his disorienting dream has died down, and he goes back to realizing how very real the possibility of death is. To cope with that, he stops by the mail room to drop off three letters in envelopes, one which is has a bulge, indicating that Mordecai put something besides paper in there. Once that's taken care of, he's in the kitchen preparing chicken.]
Closed to Giovanni and Cabanela
[Just at the promised time, Mordecai has decorated one of the tables at the bar with a white tablecloth, a candle, and some cherry blossoms. Two plates with chicken in sauce with asparagus and potatoes rest on opposite sides, complete with a glass of water, silverware, and a small glass taken from the bar.
Mordecai stands behind the counter, preparing the drinks. He's looking forward to how this turns out.]
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Let's do laundry in a goddamn maid outfit.
Yes. Hell yes. It feels a little incomplete, though, but after going to the sewing room for a while he realizes he doesn't know the first thing about making thigh-highs, so you know... the person who actually wanted this is at the bar, so why not hang out there for a while?
You know, as you do when running on pure YOLO.]
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Sol’s chosen to do her hair in a messy braid today, and fiddles with the end as she leans over the books. ]
...So that’s what that one is. Got it?
[ The boy nods, though his expression looks pretty confused. It looks like he’s having a hard time, but even so - this was something he was excited to do and it helped take their minds off of the passing deaths of their friends. All and all, the two look like they’re having a pretty enjoyable time.
Sol grins at his confusion, flicking Morty's cheek. Why can't she refrain from beating up on Morty and Rakka, the life. ]
You're gettin' there! I told ya it'd be a good way to waste time, right?
[ Tag order will go you > sol > morty! ]
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INCENTIVE.
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?
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♥ HOT POT TOMORROW AFTERNOON ♥
Who's in? Let's make a delicious new memory together!
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While Rakka wasn't doing much besides the Hot Pot, she did wander over to the Vending machine, a handful of coins in her hands. You may hear her freaking out a little over her gains. That... that is totally a knife she just dropped and hopped away from.
And after whatever that was, she drifts not towards the other floors, but to the Ballroom. Where she could be found, sitting at the piano, gaze turned down to the keys. She obviously doesn't know how to play it, seeing as how there's no proper melody being produced. But that doesn't seem to matter to her anyways.
"Inside my mind, there's a beautiful cup. A very beautiful, clear cup. And tiny drops kept falling into it, 'drip, drip, drip', slowly but steadily, everyday."
Plink, plink, plink. She curiously presses a few more keys, producing a loose tune. Seems she's getting closer to... something bearable. Hopefully.]
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But today, he decides to try and get over it. The Conductor or whoever was running this experiment - they probably WANTED everyone to mope around, to just give up and wait quietly until someone was killed. But Morty -- well, he wasn't not a quitter, per-say, but if there was one thing that he couldn't stand it was wrongdoings such as a terrible experiment like this, and his grandfather's alcoholism -- but that's besides the point.
Well it's actually kind of related to the point.
ANYWAY he's going to get out of his bed today, take a shower, and explore the new floor which he hadn't gotten to until now.
The bar is the first place that catches his attention. He was actually really glad there wasn't a whole lot of alcohol in the academy before, because it helped Rick get over his addiction. He was starting to drink milk (straight from the carton, but still) among other things instead of alcohol and Morty was... proud? Yeah, he was proud. So when he walked into the bar and immediately noticed the look of the alcohol he... well, his expression flattened and he began looking the drinks over with this everlasting look of disappointment written all over his face.
Then, a little while later, he moves on to the gameroom which first instills a sense of childish wonder. He hastily makes way towards the board games and takes the first one he sees -- some kind of shitty ripoff of Monopoly and boy he's never looked so happy over a dumb cardboard box. He's a TV and videogame kind of guy, but after having nothing but books to read for entertainment, this was like hitting the lottery.
When he hears the sound of someone walking into the room, he'll excitedly look over in their direction and call out:]
Hey! D-d'you wanna play?
[It doesn't matter who walks in. You could be Dio and he'd still offer a bright smile because hell yes.]
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OF COURSE YOUD CHOOSE THE BAR
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