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!]

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[ninehundredlives]

[It's taken Susan a day or so to recover what passes for her normal sleep schedule after the debacle that was Monday night, but she manages to wake at a reasonable hour on Wednesday. She takes her coffee in the dining hall, watching the candlelight flicker over the brand-new portrait of Logan she's added to the memorial.

Afterwards, she can be found in the laundry room. There's blood on her clothes from Monday night, and she thinks she feels up to washing them now. She leans back against the wall and stares into space while they soak in the salt-water - that's a good skill of Tabby's, to have around here.

She finds herself in the music room come evening. Like so many nights before, she sits down at the piano, her fingers brushing over the keys. Just last week, Rakka was playing in here. Just a little, simple song - Logan was teaching her, wasn't he?

There's a dissonant chord as Susan rests her elbows on the piano, covering her face with her hands.]

dining hall

[announcemyvictory]

[Elise looks up from eating the cake and milk she got out of the machine.]

Good morning. How are you managing?

[ninehundredlives]

Better than expected, I guess...

[It's true. She's outside, isn't she?] And you?

[announcemyvictory]

The same, I suppose. What are we going to do? Certainly not incite the creature.

[ninehundredlives]

No, no. We really haven't got any solid way to fight it. Not much of a way to test it either, without losing someone.

[announcemyvictory]

Perhaps we shouldn't. Has it ever struck first, outside of the execution pit?

[ninehundredlives]

I don't know...probably not.

[Let's be real, Logan struck first. He would never have gotten a chance to fight at all were it the other way around.]

We'll still have to deal with it at some point.

[announcemyvictory]

Perhaps. I wonder what it even is.

[ninehundredlives]

Who knows? Maybe it really is a demon.

music room

[swirlied]

[ Yuuri's heading to the music room to practice some scales and hopefully take his mind off of everything that's been going on. He hears the dissonant chord from down the hall, and picks up his pace a little to see what's going on. ]

...Miss Ashworth. Are you okay?

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan hisses faintly in surprise at the voice, removing her hands and gripping the edge of the bench instead.]

I'm fine. [LIES]

[swirlied]

[ After what happened with Logan, Yuuri isn't going to be quick to believe what she says. He walks over to the piano, leaning on it a little. ]

...If you want to talk about it, I don't mind. [ But he also doesn't mind if she doesn't want to talk about it. ]

[ninehundredlives]

It's just...

...I was just thinking. Logan and Rakka were the last two people I talked to in here. He was giving her piano lessons.

[swirlied]

[ Oh. ]

Some of these rooms... It's hard not to think about the others while we're in them, isn't it?

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah...it's not going to get any better, either.

[People keep dying. She almost wishes it were all just wrapped up in the ballroom.]

[swirlied]

[ He lets out a sigh. ]

It really isn't, is it? I keep hoping that this is the last trial we have to go through, but then it happens again.

[ninehundredlives]

I'd like to think we'll eventually run through everyone who would be willing to kill...but it really doesn't work like that. Everyone has something they'd kill for - most people, anyway.

music room

[perpend]

[For a moment, he's not sure what to do, or if there's anything he can do.

Cabanela suspects he knows what's troubling Susan, so he strides over to her to lay a hand on her shoulder.]

We'll.... we'll get them back. We'll save them. There must be a way.

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan shifts to peer up and back at him a bit, but doesn't flinch at the touch.]

I know. It sounds like we've even got choices of how, but...sometimes it's still hard to believe that something like that could really happen.

[Not the fact of bringing people back; she obviously is at home with that idea. But that anything so good could happen?]

[perpend]

I'm noo optimist, not in situations like this. Not now.

[He had been, but after over a month of this, he can't keep it up much longer.]

But if the Conductor says it's possible, if Dio had a solution... it must be possible.

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan thinks she remembers him being more optimistic before. She'd thought all the optimists naive at the beginning, but it's a bit sad to see that kind of attitude vanishing now.]

I'd rather do nothing at all than take Dio's solution. But the Conductor...I wonder what he plans to make us do for it.

[perpend]

I'd never take Dio's solution, but he had one he thought would work.

It makes me wonder what kind of plans the Conductor even has for us.

[ninehundredlives]

I don't know. It can't possibly be some kind of recruitment drive, could it? The last group were coworkers of his...

But he has to realize we'd all much rather kill him at this point.

[perpend]

A recruitment drive...

Maybe that's eeexactly what it is. Him looking for someone who is as bloodthirsty as him.

He's spoken about this as though it's an organization before.

[ninehundredlives]

I suppose he might think a "winner" would be willing to work with him. Though I suspect everyone here would have had objections.

[Susan's not fond of any of the past murderers, but she's certainly willing to allow that they probably wouldn't start up something like this. This takes a very special sort of person.]

But really. How much does it matter if we want to work with him or not? He can already fiddle with our memories...