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

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

[swirlied]

[ That's sort of a relief. But that also means: ]

So someone here has a rock just because...

[ninehundredlives]

[Shrug]

Whoever gave these things to the Conductor has a strange sense of humor.

[swirlied]

No kidding... There's a lot of weird stuff in the vending machine. At least some of it is normal, though.

[ninehundredlives]

Sure, like the weapons.

[So rude, Conductor.]

[swirlied]

I really wish we didn't get those... I hate having to see them every time I go into my room.

[ninehundredlives]

It's not as if you really need any of those things to kill someone. He's only doing it to try and stir us up - maybe make things more interesting for himself.

[swirlied]

He wants to give us options...

[ He scowls at the thought. ] He probably wants us to think about it more too.

[ninehundredlives]

It could hardly be far from our minds. It just keeps happening like clockwork...

[swirlied]

We have to find a way to stop it. [ He says this every week, yet it still happens. ]

Do you think there's a way to make it stop?

[ninehundredlives]

I don't know...

[What can they do, really, if people just keep on doing this?]

People really should stop going out on Thursday nights though.

[swirlied]

Yeah... Maybe they keep thinking that it's finally stopped.

[ninehundredlives]

It's been very consistent. Which is odd in itself.

[But hey, at least the weird insistence on murdering Thursdays makes it predictable]

[swirlied]

I wonder if something is causing it to be consistent.

[ Magic isn't too far out of the realm of possibility here. ]

[ninehundredlives]

The Conductor says he isn't. I asked.

[swirlied]

Do you think someone else could be doing it? I mean, the Conductor wouldn't be lying if he wasn't the one doing it, but someone else was...

[ninehundredlives]

Maybe it's that god of his.

I don't really know why it would do that. I'm sure having the trials around the same time makes it easier on him, but that's a bit far.

[swirlied]

[ He nods. ]

I hope that's not the case... Either way, I just hope all of this stops soon.

[ninehundredlives]

Of course...

At least it makes it fairly predictable for us, too. We know when to watch our backs.