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... |
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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!]
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It was probably the last thing Morty expected to hear in this place but it was actually kind of exciting? Like it had a shred of normalcy to him, it wasn't super old fashioned unlike everything else here so he gladly accepted Marty's playing into his life.
He walks into the music room to see who was even playing such tasty licks and.. that's. Surprising. And maybe a tad bit sad, because his twin was here looking so cool playing the guitar where Morty.... has absolutely no musical talent whatsoever.
Ah well.]
W-wow Marty, that's - that sounds great!
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He nods to his kinda-sorta twin, grinning. ] Hey, thanks. If this is gonna keep up, I'm gonna play as much as I can until I... [ he was going to say can't anymore, but... ] until my fingers fall off.
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D-did you play a lot before we got here?
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He finally kills whatever tune he's playing, setting the guitar off to the side. Marty doesn't like to toot his own horn, but when he's stuck in a place like this, a little toot will never hurt anyone, right? ]
Yeah, a little. [ He stuffs his hands into his pockets, strolling over to Morty with a small smile. ] I had a band called the Pinheads. I played the lead guitar for 'em. [ TOOT TOOT. ] We were pretty good. I think.
[ Until they were called out for being too darn loud. Ahem. ] Least I think so.
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[Y'know, his sister would probably dig Marty -- if he wasn't basically an older Morty who could play guitar. But I digress.]
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[ marty is sure that there are people in his family who could relate to similar feelings morty, its okay ]