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

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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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[charcoalfeather]

[And Rakka continues to scribble away at her letter, only briefly glancing back at him every so often. Each time, it was with a little more concern. He looked worried.... naturally making Rakka worried. Mordecai was a nice guy, even if what happened in those trials... happened.

He wouldn't do anything. She wanted to trust him.

Rakka wanted to trust everyone, because she couldn't do anything else.]

...Hmm? Uhh, well, I haven't gotten much food from the vending machine, in a while. And the kitchen always has everything...[...She set her pencil down, brow furrowed.] Should I be doing that?

[forcegalactic]

[He tries to hide his worry, but he never was good at that. Today's dream is still fresh in his mind, and with the recent murders between people that should have trusted each other, he can't help but be afraid for himself and everyone he has come to care for.

Everything would be better if they were all still strangers to him. It's easy brushing off another death when you barely know anyone. On Mars, he learned that people are not uncommonly killed thanks to aliens and scientists and robots, and you get used to living in a lawless place like that. But there, being smart is enough to keep yourself safe. Here, it's not the case. There are kids in here and the threat of murder is around every corner.

He wants to go home. He wants to go home.]

Th-that'd be a good idea. I took some blankets and rations from the supply room, and there's plenty of dry food in the kitchen. There's gonna be a day when you're not gonna feel alright until you stay inside all day, but...you have to be prepared for that.

...A-and it's better to keep somethin' in your room if you wake up in the middle of the night. It's not safe to go out all alone no more.

[charcoalfeather]

....Mmm...

[Well, it wasn't like Rakka really expected to have to hole up in her room if she had to. Everything was still so... new, and terrifying in its own unique way.

Mordecai could say that without guilt, but could Rakka be so sure that not knowing any of these people would be any better? Truthfully, she didn't know anyone on her first morning... not even herself. In the few memories she was piecing together, she had friends, but still no family to speak of. Here, she had... something like that.

Friends. Lots of them. And they were slowly being picked off every week. She lets out a small sigh, feeling less then up to task with this letter already.]

...Um, Mister Jimminy?

[forcegalactic]

[Friends. There are few in this building Mordecai trusts, and after what Asuka did, he might not be safe with them. At any time, one of the people he barely knows could jump him and easily overpower him.

But after a month of being locked up, there are people he doesn't want to see dead more than others, and Rakka is one of those. The pool is getting ever smaller, and it puts her in even more danger.

Mordecai picks at the lint on his vest before he registers Rakka's voice.]

Yes?

[charcoalfeather]

[Quietly, Rakka folded up her note. It wasn't going to get done here, not today. She'd probably be spending all week working on it. Who knows.

Her voice is quiet, sounding tired but.... it was a sort of exhaustion that wasn't brought about by a loss of energy.]

Do you think... we'll really get out of here?

[forcegalactic]

[He diverts his gaze to the note she's writing. He doesn't know, to be honest. They all may die here. Rakka could be the next one, for all he knows. He himself might be.

It's all a matter of time, isn't it.

Despite that, he hides all traces of fear when he looks at Rakka again.]

There has to be a way. I-I think it's all a matter of time, that's all. But until then, we can't afford to take any risks.