Week 4.

[trustmods]

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. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 23

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!]

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[ninehundredlives]

"Think of a vegetable while I'm gone."


[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.]

infirmary

[blazeit]

[ When she comes by, she'll find Bakugou in the infirmary, not particularly doing anything — he seems sort of spaced out ... Murderers seem to end up here after committing a crime. It's a strange thought to be thinking of a space that's stored with things that are meant to help preserve life and well-being.

... Anyway, whatever's vaguely on his mind, he's jerked out of it when Susan comes in. ]

Hey... are you in here often? I have a question.

[ninehundredlives]

[She was kinda hoping not to run into anybody...but okay.]

Often enough, I suppose. What is it?

[blazeit]

[ If it helps, he really only just has the one question, and it's probably not even a hard one! ]

Does this place get restocked often? Like, the shooting range... if you take all the bullets, there'll be more the next morning.

[ninehundredlives]

Every night, I believe. Same as everywhere else. I don't check on it every day, but I think we'd have heard from Dio by now if it weren't.

Why do you ask?

[blazeit]

[ Okay, so even he can tell there's a possibility that this is going to come off the wrong way, but it's better than lying... right... ]

It keeps coming up at trials, mostly. I was thinking during the last one it was weird that whoever checked the shooting range could tell bullets were missing... but I'm not usually in here, so I didn't know whether it's the same for the infirmary.

[ninehundredlives]

Well, the drawers are all filled up usually. I guess it'd be easy enough to tell if they weren't.

[She's never really done any non-corpse investigating around here.]

[blazeit]

Yeah, I guess so. I mean, now I have to wonder when and how all the restocking happens, but... that's good to know. [ There's a pause. If she gets the sense that this next part doesn't come naturally to him, she would be absolutely correct: ] Thanks.

[ninehundredlives]

At night, probably. Same as everywhere else.

Not a problem.

infirmary

[perpend]

[Cabanela has healed enough that he doesn't really need to be in the infirmary, but he's still here anyway, because he doesn't feel comfortable now when he isn't trying to investigate this building.]

Hello, Susan.

Do you wonder how the Conductor does it? How he restocks this room without anyone noticing?

[ninehundredlives]

Inspector.

[Eeeeeeesh, let her just. Casually slide her hands into her pockets.]

I hadn't given it much thought. We know he's watching us somehow, and Dio is the only person out all night. It's not so hard to sneak around.

[perpend]

I'm noot sure about that.

[He notices her sliding her hands into her pockets, but says nothing of it.]

Maybe he doesn't do it himself-- maybe he has help.

[Like those creepy shadow creatures.]

[ninehundredlives]

[...okay, she'll bite.]

What kind of help?

[perpend]

Those.... shadows.

The ones that have been present at every trial so far. I don't know what they are, but they're.... clearly capable of interacting with the world around them.

[ninehundredlives]

You saw those too?

[Good to know.]

[perpend]

I did, yes.

I know Logan saw them, too.

[ninehundredlives]

Does he have any idea what they are? I know his world has...things.

Kitchen

[charcoalfeather]

[At some point in her pursuit of bread and a cup of joe, Susan might see Rakka blearily wander into the kitchen as well. She stops at the sight of Susan, looking as though she wants to say something, before letting it drop. but then she picks it up again.]

A-ah, good morning, Susan.

[ninehundredlives]

Good morning.

[Well, that's fine. How's Rakka doing?]

[charcoalfeather]

[A little nod as she wandered over to the cabinets, looking for that cinnamon tea she got a while back.]

How - [A yawn slips out.] - are you? Did you sleep well?

[ninehundredlives]

About as well as usual.

[Translation: absolutely not]

And yourself?

[charcoalfeather]

Oh... [Yeesh. she understands. Sort of.]

Uhh, I'm doing alright, I think. [Translation: Not really.]

...Would you like anything? I-I can make something.

[ninehundredlives]

I'm fine.

[She has her coffee, that's all she needs.]

I don't mind making you something, if you like?

[charcoalfeather]

[She could see that, or rather, she could smell it.

With that suggestion, though, she perks up a little.]

Really? You would do that?

[ninehundredlives]

Of course I would. It's only breakfast.

[She can manage that much.]