Week 6.

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WEEK 6 Losing three people in one week isn't very nice, is it? Morty Smith, Rakka, and Dio Brando have all joined the deceased. It will be hard to forget them. It will be even harder to forget that execution and Dio's flying, screaming head. Life must go on though and 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. Some of your antics have resulted in more rule changes, effective immediately. You might want to avoid breaking those if you're fond of staying alive. But then again, there are ghosts. Maybe dying wouldn't be so bad after all. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 18 PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 17

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week six 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

[oftheland]

[...you know, in a situation where he's making a concentrated effort to avoid everyone, it's really kind of bizarre to wake up and feel really let down that you didn't get to murder someone.

Granted, that someone wasn't here, and that was both a good thing and an extremely disappointing thing because if anyone deserved it... but no. Giovanni would have to get his mind off of that, because it was a Sunday and that meant so much new stuff. Would it be more rewarding than last week's?

...well, that would have to wait until he stopped by the vending machine, because who didn't love free... stuff... wow, getting something from a dead person in the colors you wanted just kind of reminds you that everyone else on your side of the hall is fucking dead, doesn't it? Arceus's fucking full plate set.

Let's just head to the newest floor and holy shit, science. Does the Conductor, like, want them to make a bomb? That seems to be what he wants them to do. He'll be spending most of the day going through the lab and the workshop with a notebook, figuring that he may as well take an inventory of the place.

...though he figures he'll do a little more of an in-depth investigation in the lab for today, because why not? Someone else is probably checking over the office, anyway.]

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[So what's got your attention in the lab today, Giovanni?]

[oftheland]

[...well because he's a creepy bastard he's going to check out all the toxic stuff first, because of course.]

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[There is hella toxic stuff. It's a veritable damn apothecary in here, assuming the proprietor dealt primarily in death and gave almost no fucks about who knows it.

For what it's worth, it seems to be entirely chemically created compounds, though. Think cyanide, not snake venom.]

[oftheland]

[Huh. ...He's not sure what he was expecting, but that actually makes sense.

Actually, is there any safety gear in this lab? So, you know, he's at least minimally protected if he creates something explosive.]

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[...You ponder this as though the Conductor will care if you burn your face off, while surrounded by a lab full of toxins.]

[oftheland]

[................ it was worth a look just in case.

So anyway, let's look at the less toxic compounds. And let's look behind them, for good measure.]