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!]

Comments

[forcegalactic]

[Mordecai's still in a good mood from yesterday's dream, and today he's decided to relax. He first explores the fifth floor, taking an interest in the office. The desk is much more suitable for writing, and Mordecai takes a few sheets up paper up there and the Genius Author's Pen he won from the machine to try out a bit of writing.]

With only a moment to spare, he dropped the box and ducked, knives flying over his heI AM NO LONGER HUMAN I AM NO LONGER HUMAN I AM NO

[Mordecai tosses that thing across the room.]

Whichever ghost is doin' that, it ain't funny!

[Now that weird thing is behind him, Mordecai spends most of the evening in the kitchen working on a soufflé. Even for someone experienced as he is, this is one of the most difficult desserts to make, but he has the time and the resources to practice.

....Goddammit this next one better not end in failure.

Right before the nighttime announcements, Mordecai takes a successful plate of soufflé and a mixed drink into the mail room. Time to leave this little gift behind and see how the Conductor and his cronies react to it.]

office

[housenurse]

Is somebody giving you a hard time, Mordecai-san? [she says, while totally not giggling at him.]

[forcegalactic]

[IT'S NOT FUNNY.]

Look at this, Sukuyo! [He holds out the paper he was writing on.] That last bit? Ain't of my volition. Someone was makin' my hand write that!

[housenurse]

Hm... [peers at paper.





decisively:] Dio-san.

[forcegalactic]

[Stares at his ruined story.] Sounds self-important enough to be him.

[It's not like he can argue with that.]

[housenurse]

What were you trying to write before he went and had a fit with it, though? It sounds interesting!

[forcegalactic]

Oh, this? [Come on, relaxed smile.] Wasn't a story about him, don't know why he'd take offense to it. I'm a bit of an amateur writer, so I was thinkin' of workin' on some short stories while I'm here. You know, for practice.

[housenurse]

Oh, I just thought, with the knives-- [BUT FORGET ABOUT THAT]

I didn't know you wrote stories! That's so exciting!

... Would you write one for me? [shining eyes]

[forcegalactic]

[Well. Um. Good she changed the topic.]

Y-yeah, I'm workin' on a novel back home, but seein' that I don't have my notes here, I can't really keep doin' that....

[Looking a bit uncomfortable.] Sure? I guess. I-if you're willin' to give me an idea...

office

[rickdiculous]

[Rick is out taking a break from his work in the lab when he sees the...paper and the throwing of things. He peers in.]

...So this is like, some The Shining bullshit right there, right.

[forcegalactic]

Yeah, well, whoever that was, it sure was some way to announce their presence. You'd think those ghosts would try to make us less scared.

[There were plenty of jerks on the other side. And if it wasn't one of those, then someone over there loved pranks too much.]

[rickdiculous]

Tell 'em to - to come up with something original for once. This just sounds super generic.

[forcegalactic]

Only decent writer I know they got up there is Ashley, and I doubt she's enough of a troublemaker to go along with this plan.

[rickdiculous]

Are we saying that - that literally everybody else there isn't decent enough at penmanship.

[forcegalactic]

Ain't about penmanship; the issue I got is with creativity. You'd think they'd write somethin' helpful if they could control my hand.

[rickdiculous]

You - you dumb piece of garbage. If they're just...letting you know that they're possessing a pen or some shit, you don't throw it halfway across the room. That'll just piss 'em off.

[forcegalactic]

And you expect anyone to react to not bein' control of their own body calmly? [Harrumph] Fine, lemme pick it up and try again.

[Hello Rick, he's risking walking by your smelly face to grab that pen again.]

Mail Room

[ninehundredlives]

...what is that for.

[Susan doesn't tend to pry into what other people want to do re: talking to the Conductor, but this is just a little unusual.]

[forcegalactic]

[He adjusts the glass another inch closer to the plate.]

Just followin' up on somethin'. I asked him if his shadow partner can deliver thinks I make for him durin' the night and he said it's possible, but they won't. Just thought I'd test it out.

[Proud of his setup, he steps back and puts his hands on his hips.] Plus, it's an excuse to practice makin' soufflés!

[ninehundredlives]

He's probably afraid we'll try to send him a poisoned cake or something.

[And if Susan thought that had even the slightest chance of success, she absolutely would make the attempt.]

It's only going to go to waste.

[forcegalactic]

Well, no reason not to try. And if it's still here tomorrow, I can still make one for you. It ain't too hard once you remember the right technique.

[ninehundredlives]

You really don't have to do that.

...though if it does go, maybe we should put something in the next one.

[forcegalactic]

[Shrug.] You can make that argument for most anythin', really. Why go to work every day? Why cook somethin' fancy for dinner if it takes more time? Sometimes you gotta enjoy the effort you put into things.

...Sure, then. If you have one of those bottles of poison. [But...he doesn't want more murder in this place.] Or we can add sleepin' pills to it.

[ninehundredlives]

Why indeed...

[This isn't somewhere she wants to go now. She's already convinced herself there's a point to a good many of the things she does here.]

I don't. But he'd only wake up from sleeping pills. He'd be pissed then.

[forcegalactic]

Well, not if you put more than what's recommended by the bottle. [He's learned a few things from you.] And if I also add a drink, he'll be doin' more than sleepin'.