trustfell | Week 5.

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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[When Morty pulls it out, it takes him a moment to realize what it even was.

He hasn't seen a prison suit quite like this one before, so just by looking at it from the front he has no idea what to even think. Though, he flips it over and reads the backing... "Galactic Federation"......

Where did he hear those words before? On one of their adventures? Did Rick mention it here, in the academy...?

...wait. Wait. In the van - while they were making an escape, he mentioned that the Galactic Federation was after them. This jumpsuit belonged to them.]

What....?

[He holds the jumpsuit close, reading the words over and over as he tried to figure out what this all meant. If Rick had a prison suit from the Federation then.. he was caught? But he said he was going out for ice cream? And though Morty knew better - knew that he wasn't going to come back he... there was no way Rick would know that he was going to get caught.

Right?]

[Yeah, better luck next time there, kid.

Is there anything more we want to take a look at here, Morty, or are we done?]

[Nah he's pretty ~~emotionally compromised~~ distracted with this, he probably won't look anywhere else.

Unless like... there's something extremely off-putting about his bed or something.]

[There are some stains there that we desperately hope are milk.]

[Well alright. You know that's probably enough exploring... the moment questionable stains on a bed are in play, it's time to leave.

He'll kind of haphazardly shove the jumpsuit into the bottom of the trunk, along with the rest of Rick's junk before leaving. The last thing he needs is to leave a giant mess and have Rick yell at him for snooping around in his things...]