Week 5.

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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

[ninehundredlives]

I didn't mind still playing in there...but it certainly wouldn't have been my first choice.

[Susan sees every body. That's just kinda her thing now.]

Do you play often?

[decrees]

No, of course not.

[Logan pauses at the question before shaking his head.]

I don't, no. I haven't had time lately. I suppose that's one good thing about this place.

[And that's sarcastic, because there's nothing good about being trapped in murderschool.]

[ninehundredlives]

I suppose. And it did get me out of the flat.

[Also sarcastic - though it sort of did. She'd rather every excursion didn't involve murder though.]

[decrees]

It got me out of the war room, which is a surprisingly difficult task.

[He literally never has to leave! His bedroom is connected to the war room.]

[ninehundredlives]

Is your country at war?

[She knows they had to deal with monsters, but that's not the same thing. Is it?]

[decrees]

Not yet. In a year's time we will be. I have spent the past four years making preparations.

[ninehundredlives]

[He's spending five years preparing a war.]

Why?

[decrees]

...That is when they will attack. It would be suicidal to attempt to fight them head-on. All I can do is use this time to prepare and hope to save as many people as possible.

[Six million was the number being thrown around at the first trial.]

[ninehundredlives]

...you're not talking about another country.

[Of course he isn't. It's probably the werewolf hordes or something.]

[decrees]

No, I'm not.

[The werewolf Balverine hordes have already taken over Silverpines, but no one cares about Silverpines!!]

[ninehundredlives]

What is it, then? If you don't mind talking about it...

[YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THINGS LIKE THAT MAN]

[decrees]

...Shadows.

[For a moment it seems like that's all he's going to say, but then Logan continues.]

I encountered them in a place called Shadelight four years ago. I was told that they would come to Albion in five years. Since then I have done everything in my power to prepare an army that can hope to stand against them.

[All of that is delivered in a stiff tone of voice, but Logan doesn't really seem all that expressive. The only difference is that he's looking away, staring at some point on the floor.]

[ninehundredlives]

[Well, that seems like a sensitive topic.]

I'm sure your people will do well. You deal with monsters so frequently already.

[decrees]

...They are not like the other monsters. There is one shadow that is capable of manipulating minds.

[Logan shakes his head abruptly.]

My apologies. I appreciate the thought.

[...The citizens are stupid though. Everyone is going to die.]

[ninehundredlives]

[Well, that's fucking unfortunate, isn't it?

It really WAS just a thought. We all know Susan Ashworth is not a beacon of optimism. Still.]

If we get out of here, you ought to nick some of the Conductor's things before you go. Maybe that would help.

[decrees]

[The fact that you bothered to say it at all means a lot, you know!]

I hope so. Whatever he has that could grant a second chance at life might be worth taking.

[You know. In case he dies horribly against the shadow monsters. Which he probably will, because his luck is terrible.]

[ninehundredlives]

That...would be useful.

It does only work the once, according to him. But won't that be a surprise to whatever thinks it's killed you.

[decrees]

Of course.

[Something about this topic of conversation isn't sitting right with Logan and he shakes his head to dismiss it.]

If he has something like that then perhaps he has other useful things. I'm sure he has several other incentives prepared for us.

[ninehundredlives]

Perhaps whatever took people's abilities as well. If that wasn't a side-effect of whatever his god did to get us here.

[decrees]

...Do you think that could be it? That the god did something to everyone?

[That's an interesting theory.]

[ninehundredlives]

It's hard to say. We know nothing about the thing.

[decrees]

I imagine he won't be too forthcoming with answers about that either.

[ninehundredlives]

Of course not. That might be helpful.