Week 6.

[trustmods]

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

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[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!]

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[perpend]

["That's a good boy. Gee, a hostage sure is a handy thing. It gives me complete control over the top police inspector in the country."

When Cabanela wakes in the morning, he feels..... numb.

What the hell is he supposed to do now? People keep dying, he hasn't been able to save anyone.

Hell, even back home, he couldn't save himself. He couldn't save the most important people to him, either.

Anyone who passes him will be able to tell that he looks like utter shit, but other than that... well. For now, the inspector seems to be hanging in there.

He'll be in the chemistry lab in the morning, looking through all of the chemicals to see what can be found in there and probably looking horrified at the sheer amount of toxins.

After that, he'll be in the workshop, again shifting through it because dammit he is an investigator, they have to investigate, or at least look busy as hell.

And finally, in the evening, he can be found in the bar drinking. ]

HELLO FRIEND MODS ARE HERE

[trustmods]

[So what's got your attention in the workshop today, Cabanela?]

[perpend]

[First off, how are the tools set up? Can he tell how old things are in here-- that is, any general wear or patina that might have set in, or if there's a lot of dust on certain tools and not others.

That sort of thing.

He'll also be looking to see if it appears that anything is missing.]

[trustmods]

[Everything appears fully-stocked, and there's a fair amount of dust on everything in particular; not as though this place in particular been left alone for ten years or anything, just the usual dust and sense of age that comes with the place in general.

That said, though, literally all of the tools appear to be unused - there isn't rust on them, but there's a thin layer of patina from the steel having been exposed to the oxygen and just left to sit there, and there doesn't seem to be any wear on them, either.]

[perpend]

[...Huh that's interesting.

The patina indicates age, but without rust, it looks like all of the tools are functional, correct?

So they've just sat unused for who knows how long.]

[trustmods]

[They all appear to be functional, yes! None of them are broken or anything, and they all seem sturdy enough, so it's not a problem with the craftsmanship or anything.]

[perpend]

[Well, that's certainly something.

Let's start looking around in the cabinets then. Is there any wood here (or wood laid out), and if so, does that look aged as well?

He's also going to be looking around for any hidden compartments that might be hidden away in the cabinets anywhere.]

sometime in the morning?

[blazeit]

[ So let's assume they cross paths somewhere in the kitchen for breakfast because breakfast is the most important meal of the day, right? ]

You look like you got run over by a truck. And then it backed up.

[ Wow much helpful very insight, Bakugou. ]

Maybe you should go back to sleep.

[perpend]

[Cabanela gives a smile.

He certainly feels like he was hit by a truck-- both metaphorically and literally.]

Maaybe I should. But there's plenty to do here right now, isn't there?

[blazeit]

You might do it better if you aren't, like... gonna fall over in the middle of it. Just a thought.

[ And by "it" he means "anything", but eh details. ]

Now's the time more than ever to be careful about staying in top shape, after all.

[perpend]

[Hey, it works. He appreciates the concern, or the... whatever this is, anyway. It's not like Cabanela could have spent the entire time they stay here being the person telling everyone not to give up and not get it directed at himself.]

We've been through this long enough, I'm not going to let anything happen to me.

Thank you, Bakugou.

[blazeit]

[ He knows what he needs to do. He needs to avoid becoming a tsundere stereotype. But god, it's so hard when his gut instinct is to insist THIS IS NOTHING TO BE THANKED OVER. IT'S NOT LIKE I CARE. IT'S JUST THE TRUTH. ]

... Yeah, okay.

[ #nailedit ]

It'd be a total mood killer if something happened to anybody else, that's all. [ Yeah, it sure would be a shame if somebody were to die in less than 24 hours. ] I'm pretty sure this is when in the movies that people would start succumbing to despair or some melodramatic shit like that.

[perpend]

[You can do it, avoid being a tsundere! Cabanela believes in you!]

Fortunately this isn't the movies, right?

[But he knows what Bakugou means. The situation is pretty bleak.]

We can't give into despair-- that's exactly what the Conductor wants to happen, after all.

Lab

[ninehundredlives]

You look like shit.

[Not really what she came in here to say, but it kinda slipped out. She...takes it things in the past have not improved, then.]

[perpend]

[Cabanela gives a hollow laugh, tearing his gaze away from the assortment of poisonous chemicals.]

I... remembered something else. It doesn't make things look good, that's for certain.

[ninehundredlives]

Do you want to talk about it?

[Susan speaks mildly, moving to investigate the chemicals herself. She'd wanted to mention those to him, the dangers they present...later, maybe.]

[perpend]

[He nods.]

I was.... threatened. By the ghost who has been getting revenge on people. He forced me to demand the execution of a friend of mine.

I must have looked like a real monster...

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan hums quietly. She's only known Cabanela a little over a month, and she has never been the most trusting person. But she trusts him - she trusts more people here than she ever really did at home. Funny.]

I doubt anyone who knows you well would really buy that. You don't seem the type.

[perpend]

[He smiles at that, a bit more natural and less forced than his smiles have been.]

Thank you, Susan. It's appreciated.

Especially in a place like this.

Bar

[forcegalactic]

[Unlike Cabanela, Mordecai has been feeling great all day. Helps that he remembered something good for once, and he's been checking on the others all day due to the extra heap of positive energy.

God it feels so good to know that he does have the potential to do something.

Like more other evenings, he finds himself drawn to the bar to check on the customers and their needs. Finding someone looking upset with a drink is not an unfamiliar sight, but not one that's necessarily wanted in a place like this.]

Howdy, George Cabanela. ["Inspector" feels too formal at the moment.] Need company at this moment in time?

[perpend]

[Cabanela smiles; even at his worst, he's going to be putting on a brave face, because he knows how important keeping morale up is, especially as things have started to get bleaker and bleaker over the weeks.]

I wouldn't mind the company, Mordecai.

[...]

It would be veeery nice to have a happy memory, for once.

[forcegalactic]

[With his best "welcome to my saloon" smile, Mordecai walks to the other side of the bar, facing Cabanela. He's drank with friends before, but he's much more used to this setup than sitting on the same side of a counter.]

...You also kept havin' bad ones so far?

[perpend]

[He nods, giving his best attempt at holding it all together.]

Haven't had any good ones so far, not exactly.

Just a handful that aren't an utter disaster.

[forcegalactic]

...Bein' a lawman is hard work, I have to say. It's all hearsay on my end, but the Marshal's often complainin' how bad things get when he's out fightin' outlaws.

[He can't even guess how bad Cabanela's memories of work could be.]

...Wanna talk about it?

[perpend]

I can try.

Where do you want me to start? It might get pretty confusing, what with the discussion of ghosts and the like.