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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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Even if Mordecai is still right. ]
Yeah... I don't know him very well, but I don't have a lot of experience. It must be important if he wanted a bunch of fresh graduates helping him out.
[ Important... or maybe just desperate. ]
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You must have somethin' important he sees in you. Only reason I can think of. I guess-- [he catches himself]
No, I'm sure I can see where your leader's comin' from. It's kinda how I was picked to fight off an evil dictator from another timeline, along with some actual soldiers. See, this mornin' I remembered bein' the one to defeat him once and for all, even though I didn't think I could do anythin'.
V'Staulu said I had potential in me. Must be the case for your short soldier, too. You got a special somethin' that just needs a bit of proddin' to get out.
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[ Jean is, admittedly, a little taken aback. Praise in his world usually comes in the form of informing him that his survival is evidence of his hard work and how he needs to be sure to continue working hard in the future. This is...
Sort of overwhelming, to be honest, and that pleased but embarrassed look hasn't faded. Jean's glad he's suddenly got an excuse to change subjects. ]
I was wondering why you looked pretty happy this morning. I guess that guy must have been pretty dangerous?
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Next thing I remember, I gave myself invulnerability, took away all of Evil Jim's powers and sucked out Good Jim from his body. Who shot him. [As those main characters do.] Then I went onto bringin' everyone back to life, rescuin' folks what were trapped in a wormhole, then went back to Mars to resurrect my saloon.
[The start of a hero. So many things make sense now: going back to being a bartender, having space powers...]
Made me think that I do have what it takes to get us outta here. I saved the universe once, I think I can at least be of some use here.
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He can also see how that brings up something even more concerning, but he's not about to bring that up right now. ]
Hell, it sounds like the Conductor probably can't stop you, once you get your powers back.
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[It's strange. He came here thinking it made no sense for the Conductor to kidnap a normal bartender when there were more prominent people on Mars that could spearhead rescue missions. It turns out he had it completely wrong.]
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It's kind reckless of him to go after you or anyone you know in the first place, isn't it? It makes me think they might have something else planned.
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[He recalls that someone mentioned the Conductor wasn't the one returning their memories, so forgetting the past three years of his life must be part of the plan.]
So I come here, afraid of what will happen and not knowin' if I'm anythin' more than a barkeep that lost his saloon. I doubt I woulda acted the way I did if I knew about savin' the universe from day one.
And you. [He looks at Jean.] What did you remember when you first came here?
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Trying to intimidate everyone.
[ 'To what end' is a slightly different question, but Jean gets it for now. ]
Me?
[ That's a relevant question, he guesses. He can already see where Mordecai is going with it. ]
I was in the middle of a forest. We were out there on a mission not even the regular soldiers were allowed to know all the details of. I didn't know anything about there being Titans inside the Walls, or about joining Captain Levi's squad.
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You came in as a regular soldier, right? There wouldn't be much reason for you to think you could be a lot more, much like myself and my powers. If we knew what we were capable of, we wouldn't be havin' an easier time dealin' with out current situation.
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You think that's why it seems like everyone's been remembering something important, and not just mundane things?
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Thought why I remember gettin' into an argument with my wife, I will never understand. [That memory also involves his friends turning into murder zombies, but it might be slightly relevant. He has to be cautious, after all.] ...Guess our benefactor ain't as perfect as he could be.
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[ Jean gives Mordecai a level look, this time. ]
I mean, I don't know what the fight is about. But maybe what you were fighting about, or how you were fighting, or who won, isn't important to who you are?
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Just about how the Murdermen invaded the hotel I was runnin'. My wife was comin' home on break from work and really needs a stress-free environment when she's home. Findin' everyone tryin' to murder me is the exact opposite.
...I tried tellin' her it wasn't my fault, but she left to go back to work anyway.
[He generally felt really awful when he woke up.]
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... It sounds like there are lots of murderous things on Mars.
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Yeah, there are.
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[ His tone isn't exactly accusatory, but it is skeptical. Come on, space dad, don't let him down. ]
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[ Though, you know, that does make him wonder about something else. ]
... Hey. You mentioned criminals. Is murder really common on Mars?
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