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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: 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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[After Tabby, her first thought is explosives... Maybe they could find some kind of acid to make an opening?]
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[Because let's be real we could all use some god damn torches.
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Hopefully this won't lead to someone getting set on fire.]
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[So maybe she can go figure out how to craft wood things... Wait.]
Why don't you teach me, Mister Giovanni! I promise I'm a good listener!
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But I suspect it can't be too difficult to figure it all out, right?
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[They are totally going to blow something up, or maybe lose a few fingers.
But Blue pulls her gloves out of her pocket, slides them over her hands, and hooks her arm around Giovanni's.]
What are we re still doing here, then! Come on, Mister Giovanni! Let's go learn about science.
[They are totally going to blow something up.]
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[...DOES HE HAVE MUCH OF A CHOICE IN GETTING DRAGGED TO THE CHEM LAB HERE, EVEN]
Well, I guess you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs...
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TO THE CHEMISTRY LAB! God damn, that sure is a lot of shit she knows absolutely nothing about.]
So! Where do we start?
[You're leading this thing, buddy. You tell her.]
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[IT'S... ACTUALLY KIND OF LIKE THE BLIND LEADING THE BLIND HERE...]
...I always was more interested in fieldwork than lab work, so I might be a little rusty, but I think the first thing is to locate the safety gear.
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[Would the conductor encourage them to not kill themselves in here?]
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[Off we go, looking for goggles and face masks and stuff!]
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...
You know...
I think we may have to improvise a bit.
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[...No seriously, the conductor didn't even provide us with goggles? That's super lame.]
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[That would be pretty damn convenient, wouldn't it.]
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