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

[forcegalactic]

[Don't mind him, he's just internally making some high-pitched noises while holding it in his hands.

aaaaaaaaaaaah]

No, Harriet ain't the kind to leave things around! She's always gotta be on call and can't let this out of her sight!

[He presses the power button. It doesn't turn on.]

She can't--why---

[Oh god, what did he do to Harriet?!]

[housenurse]

[she sighs, bites her lower lip a little... then, sits back down and puts her hand on his shoulder.]

Mordecai-san. You're gonna worry yourself sick over this. You need to calm down. She's okay.

[forcegalactic]

No, she's...

[Was she hurt? Was she even alive?

No, stop thinking about that possibility.]

H-he might be holdin' her prisoner. There might be scientists on Mars hurtin' everyone! [He holds the console to his chest.] Remember what he said the first day we were here? He asked why we thought there was anyone else still lookin' for us.

[housenurse]

He was just being cruel! If he'd done something to our families, he'd have said so, not just danced around it. It's not a lie, the way he told it.

[forcegalactic]

[He wants to believe that, he really does.]

...She always was a worry wart, my Harriet. Cruel twist for the Conductor to make me worry about her instead.

[He hadn't felt much anger towards their captor before, and now this is personal.]

She had better be alright when I find her, or else I may just have to use a bit of violence to make him pay for this.

[housenurse]

You'd have to get in line!

But... When I asked, he said my family was fine. I bet yours is, too.

[forcegalactic]

Good. Let's cut in front the folks that'll easily kill him first.

I want to ask. I want to know if all this is just a mistake. [He wipes his eyes again. Dumb week and dumb prize.]