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

[charcoalfeather]

[Yeesh... but Rakka is still excited!! Her feet move in place a little, signalling her anxiety at this new prospect. Her name - the thing she had been searching for, several weeks now. Could she be so lucky?]

No! [wait, calm down a little.] Um, I-I can come with you. That's easier, right?

[Ready to have a girl in your room, Bakugou?]

[blazeit]

[ More like is any girl that exists ready to be in his room — okay no, his room is actually non-offensive by any standard, and he keeps all his Conductor "gifts" out of sight (but not quite out of mind). ]

Sure, works for me.

[ To his room, then!! She's actually the first one he's let into his room... There's a fair amount of junk here and there, but it's not messy nor organized. A happy balance. ]

[charcoalfeather]

[...Likely not, tbh. Regardless! She's going to follow behind him all the way, continuing to be the MOST serious Rakka ever. Because this called for being serious. Absolutely.

...Boy, this place is a mess. But she can hardly complain. She'd probably die before she organized her stuff.]

Huh....

[Woo, in a boy's room. What would Byakuren think.]

[blazeit]

[ Metal grandma nun in heaven, we promise we didn't do anything untoward!!

... But Bakugou didn't realize how much stuff he has accumulated until somebody else got to lay eyes on it. What is he even doing with 40lb of sunflower seeds in the corner? Who knows. ]

I have too much random shit lying around. Anyway — [ The box he'd kept at the desk in his room, since he figured he would be handing it off sooner or later, so he grabs it quickly and holds it out for her. ] Here it is.

[charcoalfeather]

[They're not doing anything, mom! Honest!]

Uh! N-no, it's alright! [She's the one with a literal tumbleweed rolling around her room. But Dusty is good people, honestly. Bakugou hardly has to apologize.

Anyways, the box. The box for her, the box specifically for Rakka. Rakka's box.]

Aah... this is it? Wow... [What does she.... okay, she'll take this as delicately as possible?] Did you look inside?

[blazeit]

Yeah, that's how I knew it was yours.

[ Somebody should tell him not to snoop into stuff that's not his... but it came out of the vending machine... and he was so curious... ]

Not that I really understood what was going on with it. I guess it's something only you'd be able to figure out.

[charcoalfeather]

R-right. [He has a point, and well... can she be angry about that? She doesn't even know what this is yet.

The box in her hands held some sort of answer to her problems, and no matter what it was, Rakka had to see it with her own eyes. Boy, what could it be...

With slightly shaking hands, Rakka slid the lid of the box off, and peered inside to see...]

"Rakka"... [Her eyebrows knit in confusion.] ...Nuts?

[blazeit]

... Yeah, that's basically what I said when I opened it too.

[ But it's definitely... "Rakka", even if he's pretty confused as to what the heck is going on. ]

I guess you probably don't remember what it means, huh?

[charcoalfeather]

No... I don't. [Her expression was probably the answer he needed; blank confusion. Slowly, Rakka shook her head.]

I remember what my name is suppose to mean. It's "fall". This sounds the same, but it means something different.

[blazeit]

I don't know... maybe somebody wrote your name wrong and you just assumed?

[ I-it's possible if you're an amnesiac, right?! ]

[charcoalfeather]

But, I....

[Ugh... her head was already swimming. Now, it looked like a headache was incoming. So, Rakka slowly slid the box closed.]

I-I think I need to think about it some more. There's a bunch that I still can't remember.

[blazeit]

Well, don't stress yourself over it. Your name's yours, that's the most important thing anyway.

[charcoalfeather]

[...That gets her to stop a little. She frowns... then thinks about it.]

My name... I still don't know what it means. But, maybe that's the point.

[Finally, she gives him a nod.]

A-alright, I'll try not to. I promise.