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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[heymcfly]

[ a knock at the door almost scared him half to death. Marty jumped, facing the door when a voice called to him. He didn't really want to see anyone, he really didn't, but... The Barkeep was a different story. He was an adult who could handle this, and Marty looked up to him a lot.

He slid off of the bed, clearing his throat before opening the door. ] Hey, Barkeep. What's up?

[forcegalactic]

[He's holding his hands tightly in worry while he waits for Marty to open the door, but he doesn't relax when he emerges.]

Don't worry about me. What's goin' on? You don't look too great.

[heymcfly]

[ did he look that bad? Jesus. Marty raised his eyebrows, giving Mordecai a false smile. No reason to make him worry more than he already was. Or at least that was Marty's line of thinking. ]

I'm okay as I'll ever be I guess. We're all a little worried, right?

[forcegalactic]

[It's easy to tell it's fake. Many patrons have come to the Space Saloon seeking liquid solace, acting as if nothing is wrong. Harriet is an expert at putting on a smile when she's had an exhausting day and doesn't want to talk about it. Times like that, a comforting arm is good enough.]

No, you certainly do not. [With one hand on the door frame, he steps into Marty's room and looks around.] Didja even leave your room today?

[heymcfly]

[ He could see right through Marty. Just like his mom...when she wasn't drunk.

A lump started to form in his throat, which he struggled to swallow. Marty shook his head and took a step back, waving the Barkeep in. ] Jesus, I can't fool you worth shit, huh?

[ He doesn't admit he's not okay, though. ]

I mean, to go to the bathroom, yeah. I, I just don't... [ He swallows again. ] It was hard. Knowing someone you were friends with was murdered.

I'm afraid what's gonna happen next.

[forcegalactic]

Hah. No, I'm a pretty good judge of intentions. [Though his tendency to err on the side of caution makes him come off as paranoid, he's fine with people believing that. It's not like it's true.]

Oh. [He looks for a place to sits and goes with the bed.] Sit down with me.

[He rest his hands on his lap while he thinks of what to say.] I'm feelin' the same way, too. Ashley was a good kid, reminded me of one of my friends, and seein' her dead... I finally realized that it could be be. I could be backstabbed by someone here and never go home again.

...That's why I've been hoardin' supplies in my room since I arrived. In case of somethin' like this.

[heymcfly]

[ He nods and follows Mordecai to the bed. He flops down beside him, not worried about how his bed isn't made, or how sloppy his room looks. Screw it all.

It's stupid, but he's relieved that he's not the only one so upset over this. Hearing the Barkeep talk makes him feel a little spoiled in a way; how many people had he seem die compared to him? Hardly any. Maybe he shouldn't whine.

He wants to get his head off if that. Marty feels like crus already. ] What are you keepin'? Maybe I should start keeping some things around.

[forcegalactic]

[People living on Earth overall see less death than those living on Mars; it's practically law by now. That's what you get when you live on a frontier town that's a magnet for outlaws, alien invaders, and mad scientists with only one to three people around to stop them.

Or four, if that's what his dream was implying.]

Just...rations. Blankets, matches, candles, stuff from the storage room. Medical supplies. Anythin' I need to keep myself alive.

[He takes a brief survey of Marty's room. It's not as decorated as his own, but it isn't to late to fix that.]

I can help with startin' that emergency closet with you.

[heymcfly]

[ That actually sounded... Really handy. Ask what Marty had for supplies, and he'd tell you nothing. Maybe some snacks from the kitchen. Whatever he got from the machine. Hardly anything really useful.

He plants a smile on his face, and nods. ] sounds like a good idea.

Do we gotta document what we take, or...?

[forcegalactic]

Normally, I don't. The Conductor supplies us with a lot anyway.

[He's sure he stole them before anyone had the chance to take stock, so it's okay in his mind.]

You wanna start with the supply room? It's got boxes you can keep stuff in.

[heymcfly]

Yeah, we can start there. [ Marty hops off of the bed, looking to Modecai and offering a smile. ] Thanks, Barkeep.

[ he makes for the door, gently pushing it open and waiting for his friend. ] You gotta tell me where it is. I've kinda been avoiding it.

[forcegalactic]

It's the room right by the kitchen, you can't miss it. [He leaves the room and turns to the other half of the building.]

They also got toolboxes if that's somethin' you're interested in. I'm no handyman, so there's not much use for a wrench apart from usin' it as a weapon. Which I do not plan on doin'

[heymcfly]

[ Marty walks briskly behind the Barkeep, watching the room numbers they pass. Avoiding the ones he knew were now empty. Forever ago they were all meeting each other, and now...

He swallows. ] Hope not. I don't know what I'd do without you. You're like my dad, y'know?

[forcegalactic]

[Mordecai is caught off-guard and nearly stumbles when he halts in his tracks. Dad? Not a word he would associate with himself. Like, not at all. He turns at Marty in disbelief.]

The same dad you called a wimp?

[heymcfly]

[ oh. OH.

Marty furiously shakes his head, putting on the biggest, most apologetic smile he could muster. ] No, no! I mean, you remind me of my dad if he wasn't a wimp. Y'know. What I kinda wish he could be.

[forcegalactic]

So I'm like your dad, only I ain't. [There's not a lot he knows about Marty's dad that he can pick up any other similarities.] I don't have any coworkers to speak of, seein' that I run my own business and am the mayor, and I don't have any kids that can travel through time.

[heymcfly]

Right, right. [ Marty tries to hide his embarrassment by rubbing the back of his beck... Which probably doesn't help, actually. ] I think that kinda came out wrong.

S-so, ah, where are we going again?

[forcegalactic]

Well, it did. Don't understand how that was meant as a compliment.

[Because how is he a dad? Mordecai has no children, and he's still not sure he ever coached soccer. It's not his role in life to be a parent figure.]

The storage room. Grab some blankets and ropes, don't forget that. [He opens the door for Marty and holds it, beckoning for Marty to enter first.]

[heymcfly]

[ Marty is a tomato right now pretty much. He bows his head and shuffles his way into the room without another word. He might reek of embarrassment right now to be honest.

He grabs a blanket or two, a rope. Maybe another blanket. ] Anything else?

[forcegalactic]

[He goes through the list in his head.] First aid kits - which we can get upstairs - rationin' tins, candles, matches, processed food from the kitchen...that's all I can think of for now. I'm keepin' a few things from the vendin' machine, too, which you should be doin' as well.

And now we have to look for somethin' to use as a blockade, in case someone gets the idea of breakin' into your room. I use my desk for that purpose, but you can you whatever piece of heavy furniture you got.