Week 5.

[trustmods]

WEEK 5 Two more are gone this week. Luna and Chie Hori have joined those who are present only in memory now, and their passing seems to have left a lot of emotions raw and exposed. But as usual, the group has at least a little bit of time to recover. Saturday can be dedicated to rest and sleep; on Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock. The stairwells are clear of bodies; there's no more death to be dealt with for the time being. Unless, of course, you happened to recover something particularly unfortunate in your dreams... Once again, there's a new floor to explore; your reward for doing your job well. And since you've survived for a month now, you are doing your job well. However, the new floor isn't the only thing that's changed; there are a few things about the building that seem a little...off. A few things that weren't there before might be, or a few things that should be there aren't; you'll just have to see what the week brings, won't you? That is, if you're not going to be investigating all the goings-on personally... PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 21

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[OOC: Welcome to week five 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 to be used at your leisure, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here!]

Comments

[forcegalactic]

[That is one of the least organized scientific organizations Mordecai has ever heard. Everything is either a human or Pokemon? It's a broad generalization that explains a lot, both about the nomenclature and the way Blue's planet's scientists think.]

On my Earth, we know that apes and humans have a common ancestor, but they don't hang around us humans or other aliens naturally. Sounds like Pokemon and humans evolved together from the sound of it.

[He watches her from his seat while Blue begins painting, looks at his empty canvas, raises his pencil, then drops his hand again.]

Artist's block, huh. [The remedy to writer's block was to watch the people around him, and perhaps it was the same for visual artists. Mordecai sketches a rough outline of Blue...which doesn't look proportionate at all, but a man in distress has to try.]

[withabigsmile]

Something like that! There are new Pokémon showing up all the time. Some are only a hundred years old in origin! Some even less!

But they all share a few characteristics. They can all be captured with a Pokéball, they're all categorized into different types, they can all use moves...

[if she's going to get an opportunity to talk about Pokémon, there's no way she's passing it up.]

[forcegalactic]

[Yup, suspicions confirmed. Mad science experiment. What a world.]

Moves like...powers that comes natural to their species? I know Martians can heal from just about anythin' and Jupitarians shapeshift, but the most cats can do is scratch you up.

[That drawing is terrible, but he can't give up on his project. He takes a bottle of black ink and begins outlining it.]