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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[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.