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

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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

[withabigsmile]

[Blue definitely sees the massive scorch marks in the kitchen, but she can give them a shrug and a sigh at best before continuing on with making breakfast.

Breakfast is kind of awkward when you're trying to cut fresh ingredients with a butterfly knife, but she makes do; the result is the most colorful and vegetable filled omelette, and... Well, she makes a few extras for anyone else that's hungry, because otherwise she'll have to let these meticulously cut vegetables go to waste, and she's just not here for that today.

Of course, she's not as focused as she could be, and the fact of the matter is that she ends up flipping one of the omelettes far too early, which results in it being misshapen, and there's something in her head that just snaps at that, and, well.

That is the story about how Blue started crying over god damn eggs this morning.

She pulls herself back together and heads to the incinerator, where, well... She's holding a pair of black gloves in her hands and can't really seem to decide what to do with them. Is a pair of damn gloves really that important? Maybe.]

kitchen

[swirlied]

[ Yuuri is about to compliment whoever was making breakfast in the kitchen, but his words die before he can even open his mouth when he walks in and sees Blue crying. ]

Blue...?

[withabigsmile]

[Holy shit no we are not fucking doing this today-

Blue quickly wipes her eyes with an arm and tries to throw on a smile.]

Yo! Hungry?

[...It's less than convincing.]

[swirlied]

[ Sorry Blue, he's not going to let this go that easily. ]

...Are you okay? [ She's obviously not, but he feels like he should ask anyway. ]

[withabigsmile]

Today's just a little rough, that's all.

[...That offer for eggs is still open.]

[swirlied]

[ He is totally going to take some eggs. But first: ]

Do you want to talk about it?

[withabigsmile]

[She doesn't, not really, but...]

Isn't it natural to be sad when someone dies?

[It looks like we're talking about it anyway.]

[swirlied]

[ He leans up against the counter. ]

Of course. [ Especially with the way Logan died, it was something Yuuri was having trouble shaking out of his mind. ]

...I'm really going to miss Logan.

[withabigsmile]

We'll bring him back.

[How can it be done? She doesn't even know, but...]

We'll definitely bring him back.

[Maybe if she says it to herself enough, she'll end up believing it.]

[swirlied]

We will. There has to be a way. We're all going to get out of here.

[ At least Yuuri himself is convinced of this, and he says it with a lot of conviction. ]

[heymcfly]

[ Marty sees the scorch marks as he walks in the kitchen, hands tucked away in his pockets. He's not a cook by any means, but jesus, really? He eyeballs the pasta box, then looks over to Blue with a curious kind of look. ]

Did you...? [ He'll point to the spaghetti box over there. ] Do that?

[withabigsmile]

Nope! I found it like this.

[...And didn't feel the need to do anything about it, apparently. She gives him a shrug.]

[heymcfly]

Jesus. What the hell we they tryin' to do? [ He goes to pick up the box, looking at the charred contents inside. ] I can't cook anything worth shit, and even I don't burn up half of the kitchen.

[ Despite everything, he cracks a smile! ] 'S kinda funny, isn't it?

[withabigsmile]

Maybe a little! I mean, how did someone mess up that badly, huh? That's a talent all of its own!

kitchen

[housenurse]

[crying over eggs is perfectly reasonable, and there's no reason to assume it's over anything else.]

-- Oh, Blue-chan! There's nothing to cry about! You know, the ugliest foods always taste the best!

[withabigsmile]

[...Thank god it's Sukuyo. She has a moment to try to pull herself together.]]

It's- It's not the eggs! The eggs are fine. I'm sure they're tasty inside and out.

[She should have just gone with the eggs being the problem, shouldn't she...]

[housenurse]

Oh. I see.

[well as long as all these delicious omelets are here she's just gonna grab herself like four or five of them and start eating.]

... It'd be easier if it was just the eggs. Don't you think? If eggs were our only problem.

[withabigsmile]

If they were the only thing I had to cry about, I think I'd cry tears of happiness instead.

[You go ahead and take ad many omelettes you want, Sukuyo. Blue goes ahead and starts to make another; it's something to do at this point.]

[housenurse]

I'm sure we'll all be crying happy tears before we know it!

... When mistakes start to happen, it means they're scared. [because she feels like it's insulting to just offer optimism without an explanation anymore.] Something's changed, even if we don't know it yet.

incinerator

[oftheland]

...You know, if you're spending that much time dithering over whether or not to burn them, you should probably just keep them.

[...it's kind of obvious after a while, honestly...]

[withabigsmile]

[...Mister Giovanni.]

They were for Logan. What's the point in keeping them?

[oftheland]

...On the one hand, that's... completely understandable, though I suppose it might be more fitting to make them part of a memorial than to destroy them.

On the other hand, isn't death here potentially not entirely permanent? I'm sure that if we did jump through whatever hoops we needed to jump through to achieve that particular outcome, it might be a lovely surprise if you saved them.

[withabigsmile]

Do you really think we'll actually bring them back?

[Come on Giovanni, you're a smart man, surely--]

[oftheland]

...Truthfully, I don't know. But I feel like we can cross that bridge when we come to it, because then we'll be in a better position to deal with our grief than while we're stuck in this situation.

[clearasmud]

...Blue?

[ why are you in the body room

youko was just passing by, but why are you in the body room looking at... gloves.......

...oh. ]