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!]

Comments

[announcemyvictory]

Well, you're a bartender, so you'd meet anyone.

[forcegalactic]

Oh, sure. Every adult human and alien and robot comes to my place for a peaceful drink. O'Tooles is best for a brawl, but no one could stand to go there regularly.

[There's a hint of venom when he says the name.]

It's one place folks from all walks of life can gather and just sit and talk about themselves. Rich people, local farmers, heck, practically everyone goes there just to meet up. It's become a sort of town square in that sense.

[announcemyvictory]

We've got a few places like that in Oak Tree Town. The town square, for instance, where the market stalls set up shop, or the restaurant near the gates of my estate. I suppose that's why you're always concerned about everything being in order.

[forcegalactic]

...You're right. It's my business, and keepin' trouble out of it is the most important thing I can do. Not just for the saloon, but for my wife.

[Another chicken passes by.] She's always worryin' that somethin' will happen, the likes that will see me injured. And she could use the peace and quiet when she's home after a long business trip. The least I could do is provide her a peace of mind.

[announcemyvictory]

I didn't know you had a family. No wonder you've been so worried and upset every time something goes wrong. And here I was just getting upset in turn.

[forcegalactic]

Just my wife. [She's all the family he has left that he's on good terms with.] And I remembered becomin' mayor, so now I have all of Mars to worry about.

...They need me alive.

[announcemyvictory]

I just want all of this to stop. But it keeps on going and we keep getting deeper in.

[forcegalactic]

Oh, it's gonna stop. We know better than to play into the Conductor's hands, and there's another way to escape, he said so, and the Conductor ain't the type to lie outright.

[announcemyvictory]

That's true. He's giving us a fair chance. I just can't see how.

[forcegalactic]

Dio made him nervous. And then he let the shadow monster loose, which he never had no reason to do so. I think we're too random for him to handle.