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

[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.