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]

...hmmm. [Well, maybe someone had to pay for her good memory after all.] I've gotten a few like that. They're not fun.

[perpend]

[It seems like people only have two sets of memories around here, very good ones, or horrible ones.]

So have I. I guess it was my turn to get the worst sooort possible. A shame.

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah...

...do you want to talk about it? [If she sounds a bit doubtful, that's because she obviously didn't talk to anybody about hers. Other people like to talk though.]

[perpend]

I...

It's a veeery long story, if you're willing to hear it. I could always try to simplify it, of course.

((I know you're interested in Ghost Trick, so I'm okay with being vague about spoilers!))

[ninehundredlives]

I have literally all the time in the world.

(( Just do whatever's easiest; I'll live! I think RP spoiled me for the main plot twist anyway. ))

Ghost Trick spoilers

[perpend]

Fair enough.

I suppose the easiest would be to say that when I was younger, I did something very stupid.

I... helped create a vengeful ghost, without intending.

[ninehundredlives]

I see.

[He accidentally killed someone. Perhaps not accidentally, even. Very well.]

[perpend]

It waaasn't like I did it on purpose; I was interrogating a suspect and he... escaped, you see.

Held up a little girl with a gun. He was struck and killed by a meteorite fragment just as another cop tried to shoot him.

[ninehundredlives]

And he's the one who's vengeful? [look, fuck guys who threaten little girls] That's just a freak accident. No one could have seen that coming.

[perpend]

Believe me, I'm in agreement on that.

That little girl is someone very dear to me-- she grew up wanting to be a police officer, and a friend of mine was the one who saved her in the first place.

[ninehundredlives]

It sounds as if it turned out for the best, then. Except for the ghost part.

[Can the Conductor please get hit with a random meteor]

[perpend]

[Cabanela shakes his head.]

He's been killing everyone involved with the incident.

Shortly after I arrived here, my friend was executed for a crime he didn't commit, I believe he was framed by the man.

...and earlier on, I woke up to a memory of myself being shot by that vengeful ghost. I'm..... deeply conceeerned about the girl.

[ninehundredlives]

[Sooooo ghosts can actually kill people now. With guns. Okay?]

I see. Does she know about all of this?

[perpend]

[He visible hesitates.]

She was so young when it happened.....

There's a lot she doooesn't remember.

[In other words, no.]

[ninehundredlives]

[You might have told her something about it in between a guy getting executed and you getting fucking shot, Cabanela.]

Well, you obviously survived your shooting. [He didn't even have a bullet wound when he came. Maybe the broken ribs were from wearing a vest? Susan hadn't thought of it at the time, but she's not so experienced with those.] You might have already dealt with it.

[perpend]

..Seeee, I'm not so sure of that.

It was in my head.

[He motions right to the middle of his forehead.]

If the Conductor reeeeaally has a god on his side...

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan is silent for a moment, slowly drawing her arms tight across her chest. Her expression is carefully shuttered, as if trying to hide the fact that she's upset.]

You're alive now. That's what matters.

[perpend]

[He nods, his expression grave.]

I dooon't know what happened, but I'm not going to let this go to waste.

I'm going to get everyone out of here.

[ninehundredlives]

I know what you mean.

[Susan sits quietly for a moment, not looking at him.]

Do you know what's funny? This is the first week I've gotten a memory where I didn't die. [Ugh, is she making this all about her now? Quick, change tacks.] You're going to have to trade me back.

[perpend]

[He stares for a moment.

He's not the sort to mind when people make a conversation about them, so he'll just focus on the most important thing here:]

...What do you mean?

[ninehundredlives]

I mean...

[Her shoulders hunch, and she lifts a nervous hand to her throat.]

...I've died, too. A few times. Four or five... [Probably more she doesn't know about. Why the hell not]

[perpend]

[Cabanela looks utterly confused.

Of course, having died and stuck around means he's going to believe her, but..].

How... how is that possible?

[Is she stuck in some sort of horrible Groundhog's Day time loop??]

[ninehundredlives]

I keep on coming back.

[She can hear the bewilderment in his voice, though she's not quite meeting his gaze.]

It still hurts like hell, but it never lasts...

[perpend]

Jesus...

That's... that's awful.

[ninehundredlives]

Yes.

[THANK YOU it really is]

I don't - I mean, I'm not saying I want to die, exactly. But I don't appreciate coming back to life just to get stabbed again a few days later!