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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[mortyfied]

[Morty's been.... kind of around, this week. He's been pretty scarce, besides the normal morning Japanese lessons with Sol and getting lunch/dinner for himself. Asuka's trial was a mess, and it was obviously taking it's toll on.. well, everyone. From losing a precious friend to worrying about people playing favourites, causing enough anxiety that someone will eventually off Morty's grandfather. And to top it all off, that horrible execution.. watching Asuka struggle while she was hanging by a rope until the eventual snap of her neck... it was an image burned in his mind that had been plaguing him for days. So the boy was, understandably, spending a lot of time to himself lately. (He didn't even go to the Hot Pot yesterday, which is a cryin' shame.)


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.]

bar

[rickdiculous]

Oh, Morty!

[Rick is horribly slumped in the corner of the room, his legs flat up against the wall and his back/head on the ground. There's very clearly alcohol on his breath.]

WASSSSUPPPP!

OF COURSE YOUD CHOOSE THE BAR

[mortyfied]

[At the sound of his (presumably) very drunk grandfather, Morty turns around to see him... lying on the ground, looking terrible. He audible sighs, rolls his eyes, and walks over to his grandfather.]

Wh-what are you doing on the floor, Rick? Can't you - there are chairs in here, you know.

DO YOU REALLY WANT TO PLAY MONOPOLY WITH THIS MAN

[rickdiculous]

I'm having a Rick Party, Morty, and - and the Rick Party don't stop.

[He raises that really red cup that's conveniently placed next to his head! Somehow!]

OF COURSE?? HOWCOULD YOU EVEN ASK THAT

[mortyfied]

[If Morty were a pettier child, he'd smack that cup out of Rick's hand. But he wasn't and, honestly he's put up with this shit so much what he does next is practically muscle memory at this point.]

C'mon get - get up, Rick.

[He crouches down besides his grandfather and tries to at least pull him to a normal sitting position.]

IT'D BE A DISASTER HONESTLY HE'D JUST TAKE ALL THE MONEY AND HIDE IN THE CORNER

[rickdiculous]

Woah. Woah, Morty. Y-y-you can't just - [urp] - ya can't just...run - run around and interrupt a Rick Party.

[Golden Rule: Never Interrupt A Rick Party. Though he's at least getting up a bit? As much as he can when he's being pulled around.]

"rick, you cant just hoard all the money like that" "i-im the banker, morty. i-i-it's my job"

[mortyfied]

Y-you can party somewhere else.

[Yep just. Tugging him until he's sitting up which isn't very easy when Rick's not helping.]

At least get off the floor, Rick. Go - sit on a bar stool or something.

"this, i-i-it's a money pile. pullin some gollum shit over here.

[rickdiculous]

Bar stools are - are...they're for wimps, Morty!

[SUDDENLY THINGS GET SUPER TENSE IN HERE. Rick's grabbing Morty's shoulders and looking at him with death in his eyes.]

T-t-they're for wimps, a-a-and your grampa, he isn't...isn't a wi-[eeurrghhh]-mp, Morty!

"aw, jeez rick."

[mortyfied]

W-whoa! [Alright, suddenly he's right in gramp's face getting some kind of death glare from him.]

J-jeez Rick, calm down! S-sit in a booth or a chair or go to bed or something! Just - g-get off the floor already!

[rickdiculous]

Do I - do I look like a wimp, Morty? Some - some kinda...think this place made me soft? Look like some kinda Wimpy...Wimpy J. Wellingto-[urp]-n? [Wow okay Morty you're not sober enough to deal with drunk grandpa.]

Is that what you think - huh? HUH?

[mortyfied]

[Morty definitely isn't sober enough to deal with drunk grandpa. No one is.]

What - no? I-I never called you a wimp, Rick! [He just wanted to make sure you weren't gonna get stepped on or killed while it's easy or something but at this point he's wondering why he even bothers.]

game room

[nankurunaisa]

Hehe! That's just what I expected of Morty!

[She almost didn't walk in, but she's been practically alone all week herself. Sure, she has Dorika, but aside from coming out for food, she hasn't really been doing any socializing. She can sure make an effort with Morty, though. He's still a good kid as far as she's concerned, last trial's final moments aside.]

I'm ready to play if you are. But I don't hold back! Think ya can handle me?

[mortyfied]

[Oh that's.. a little awkward considering what was said during the trial between these two. But Morty didn't hold any malice or ill feelings towards Hibiki, after all one of her friends was killed so it was understandable.

So he just walks over to a smaller table with the box, and sets it down.]

You - you bet! [The box is now opened and Morty begins setting the game up.]

[nankurunaisa]

[It's not like what he said was that bad as far as she's concerned. It has made her decide not to give Rick a hard time if she can avoid it. As for what she said herself, well...

Regardless! She's moving closer and actually seeing the game box. She blinks. What kind of complicated game is this?]

...What game is this? It looks hard.

[She'll challenge someone without seeing what game it is, apparently.]

[mortyfied]

I-it looks like some kind of Monopoly game... you buy spaces and get money when people land on them, and the person with the most money in the end wins.

[Doot doot sorting out the cash]

[nankurunaisa]

I...I see! W-well, when it comes to games like these, I'm probably still great somewhat!

[She's sitting down, resigning herself to her fate. She can't back out of this now. Monopoly. She hasn't heard of it. She thinks maybe she's seen it before in the back of a shop somewhere, but played it? Nope.]

[mortyfied]

I - Hey, I-I'm not great at it either so if anything we're on equal fields.

[Man this board is weird. What are the properties even... he's never heard of any of these.]

[nankurunaisa]

"Ooh-la-la Boulevard"..."Tra-la-la Station"...

[She can't believe the shit she's reading. Ah, well. She promised Morty a game, so she'll select her piece.

It's a candlestick. Like, from Clue. That will be her token.]

I'm really glad I ran into ya. I've been wonderin' how you were doin'.

[mortyfied]

[Morty's gonna choose... the shotgun-revolver. All the pieces are weird but at least the revolver looks cool.]

Oh, y-yeah. [He puts his piece on go and hands her a small stack of cash to start with.]

I uh... listen, I-I'm sorry for yelling at you during the last trial, Hibiki. A-and for not apologizing sooner...

[nankurunaisa]

It's fine. I mean...I've been thinkin' about it a lot, and you're right. I haven't really given Sanchez-san a fair shot, have I? I hope I can try to really talk to him soon. And it's not like I was actin' very nice either. I'm just glad we can play together.

[And looking over the rules...nope, that lasted five seconds, screw studying. She'll just do this the easy way.]

Will you go first? I wanna see how it's played.

[mortyfied]

Yeah, sure. [He takes the dice and rolls it, moving his piece the same amount as rolls and -- well, we know how Monopoly goes. Probably just going to handwave the actual playing because this thread would never end otherwise.

Anyway, buying a small property, adding the card to his side of the table. Yes.]

You just roll, move your guy the same number of spaces you rolled and you can buy property or draw a card if you land on a card space. [He points to the "go to jail" corner, which is some weird alternate.]

If you land here you.. go to jail? Y-you're supposed to, anyway. I guess this thing here is where you're supposed to go. [Pointing to the jail corner.]

Um, anyway.. you don't have to give him a chance or anything. I-I was just mad 'cause you guys weren't treating Asuka fairly. I mean, no one really blamed Undyne or even Reaver for their murders but you suddenly jumped on Asuka like that... I-I guess it kind of scared me, 'cause what if I end up killing someone that everyone likes? What if I didn't have a choice?

[heymcfly]

[ you are breaking his heart right now. ]

Sure thing, kid.




Uhh, what are we playing?

[mortyfied]

I.. think it's supposed to be Monopoly?

[He excitedly takes the box over to a table, and starts looking through the contents.]

D-do you have Monopoly in the 80's? Was it even around that long?

[heymcfly]

[ Considering the circumstances Marty would feel like a dinosaur, but he lets it slide. ] I think so? I saw people playing it.

Can't say I have though. How doya play?

Game room

[charcoalfeather]

[Honestly, the game room was probably the only part of this new floor that Rakka would visit on a regular basis, if she had the reason to that is. She would have much rather left this floor and gone back to the library had Morty not called out while she was passing the doorway. Hearing that, she stopped, and looked.

Morty... They didn't talk a lot. So, maybe she should try now? He seemed nice, if his grandpa was... something else.]

Oh, you mean a game? [since it's the game room and all.] What kind?