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

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[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

[ninehundredlives]

"Friends: 0. At least they're right about one thing."

"I'll add you later. That'll be a start."



[Susan seems lost in thought Sunday morning. She sits in the dining room, staring into the shadowed corners with a rapidly-cooling cup of coffee sitting in front her her.

She's made some commitments, of course, so she can't stay there forever. The infirmary inventory should be kept up, and she's probably the best person to do it. She can be found going through everything in there, noting it all down on a pad.

Upon discovering the fifth floor, Susan makes some trips up and down the stairs, carrying an easel, some canvas, and finally some paints through the hallways. It's been over a decade since she painted anything, but it's been about that long since she's done most of the things she's gotten up to around here. Maybe the mood will strike her sometime in the night? Even if it never does, that's one less palette knife lying around in the open.]

hallways

[oftheland]

[Well, even though the fifth floor isn't his kind of thing, he can definitely appreciate that some people might. And when he sees someone does...]

...well, you just partake in all the fine arts, don't you?

[ninehundredlives]

[The easel is more awkward than it is heavy. Susan leans it against the floor as she replies.]

I used to.

[oftheland]

I guess I'm not surprised, though... I do have to wonder why you stopped. I guess if it's personal I can push it out of my mind, of course.

[ninehundredlives]

It's really not important.

[Though she says it in a dry enough tone that her real meaning is probably more along the lines of it being quite personal, thank you.]

I don't even know if I'm going to use this. But it won't hurt to have around just in case. I'd hate to get started on a painting and then have Rick happen by and see it while I'm out. [Just as a totally unbiased example of a disaster that could befall an unattended painting.]

[oftheland]

...right, I'm sure.

[...FILE THAT AWAY, THEN...]

But no, I completely understand. I'm almost 100 percent certain that if he did come upon it, he'd probably draw something really crude and ruin the whole thing.

[ninehundredlives]

Of course he would. I wouldn't even have any right to be angry, that's just what he does. Like if you've got a cat and it scratches up your couch.

[oftheland]

Heh... or if the loose change you left on the table disappears, if we were talking about a Meowth.

...well, I'm sure you're not, but that's definitely a thing that happens.

[ninehundredlives]

Is that some sort of...thief cat?

[oftheland]

Well, I wouldn't say they're all thieves, necessarily, but they do like their money.

[ninehundredlives]

Is it shiny things in general, or just money?

[oftheland]

Hmm... well, the thing is, they've got a growth on their forehead that looks exactly like an old-style coin. I don't know whether the coin or the Pokemon came first, but either way, they're definitely connected in practically everyone's minds.

[ninehundredlives]

A growth... [You make it sound like some kind of horrific tumor.] Do any of these Pokemon just look like normal animals?

[oftheland]

...Well, it's sort of like nails or horns, I guess? I don't really know how to describe it. It just literally looks like a coin attached to a cat's head.

And... honestly, I've been looking at normal animals and it seems like there are some similarities, but there's usually something about the Pokemon that makes them look a bit different.

[ninehundredlives]

I can imagine. We certainly haven't got...goo things oozing around. [Ditto what are you.] Where are its organs?

[oftheland]

...

Pokemon are a mystery to us all.

[even he can't explain this shit.]

[ninehundredlives]

...I thought you liked science.

[Science has really not broached the subject of "what the hell are these things running around everywhere"?]

[oftheland]

I do, but there are some things that have been eluding even our top scientists for ages. We have a fine understanding of how humans and regular plants function, for example --- it's just Pokemon that are vaguely inscrutable, especially the more bizarre ones like Ditto.

[ninehundredlives]

You know that's sort of terrifying? Blue said that it could transform into other things, normally.

[oftheland]

Yes, that's exactly it. I... assume it can just create whatever organs it wants to?

...It's really a Pokemon you don't want to think about too hard, I'm afraid.

[ninehundredlives]

I think that's what Logan and I decided. But it's hardly our fault that was our first introduction to the things. At least yours is just...a very large bee, really.

[oftheland]

Tell me about it. I feel like whenever I would talk to people about Pokemon, I'd have to provide a disclaimer that Ditto is even stranger than the vast majority of them...

[ninehundredlives]

Well, the pink rabbit thing isn't so bad either.

[oftheland]

Oh, yes, Wigglytuff aren't terribly intimidating compared to... well, some Pokemon. I'd say there's honestly a pretty decent split between intimidating Pokemon, cute Pokemon, and... kind of bizarre Pokemon.

[ninehundredlives]

Does it get any more bizarre than Ditto?

[look you successfully got her to call one of them by their actual species name]