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!]

Comments

[midnightsea]

[For a fraction of a second, Dio looked visibly alarmed by being called that before he remembered oh yeah, he'd kind of threatened to take off Rick's and the Conductor's heads both at least once.]

...I'm not sure.

[But he recovered quickly, with an answer that was surprisingly honest.

[clearasmud]

[ ...Come to think of it, the last person she'd called something other than their name had died terribly, hadn't they? WELL, hopefully having said it aloud this time would make the difference. Dio still had a Conductor to murder.

'Not sure' - Youko looks away briefly, echoing his words under her breath... before her head snaps back, eyes bright. ]

You mean, we can't discount it? That's amazing!

Hey - if I get some paper and pens, can you tell me more?

[ why not, right? ]

[midnightsea]

No. [He answered flatly, hands on his hips.] I'm not going to risk showing my hand like that, to any of you or the Conductor if he's able to read things like that.

[clearasmud]

Oh. [ ... ] That's a fair point. I'm surprised; I thought you were going to say something more like- [ Youko lowers her voice and makes a furious look. ] "I don't need any help, especially not from any of you!"

I underestimated you!

[midnightsea]

. . . [That earned her a raised eyebrow paired with a look that screamed 'are you serious right now'.]

Don't be absurd. Even I might not be able to kill him if I'm working alone.

[clearasmud]

[ (not entirely, no.) ]

I know! That doesn't mean you do.

[ you can get pretty arrogant, bro. ]

...I'm curious now: would you have always been willing to acknowledge that?

[midnightsea]

[...youko, you have absolutely no idea of just how arrogant.]

What does it matter if I would or wouldn't acknowledge it? It's a fact, although an unfortunate one. Grandstanding about how useless you all are, however true it is in any other set of circumstances, would get me nowhere.

[clearasmud]

People aren't always to accept reality, especially once pride gets involved. You know that.

[midnightsea]

I have priorities, Youko. Prideful as I might be, survival is more important.