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

[forcegalactic]

Kidnap the mayor, cause unrest in town, show off they can kidnap someone with space powers. Then take away my memories so I forgot I had 'em.

[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?

[openterrain]

[ Ahh, now that makes sense. Jean nods. ]

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.

[forcegalactic]

[Walls of the city, Mordecai assumes. A terribly dangerous situation that would help with Jean being more afraid of everything, but joining the short soldier's squad is a happy memory, and the Conductor won't have any of that.]

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.

[openterrain]

[ Damn, that does make a lot of sense. And if someone besides the Conductor and his friend is the one that's giving their memories back. ]

You think that's why it seems like everyone's been remembering something important, and not just mundane things?

[forcegalactic]

It's so we try to get better at escapin'. [Even Elise. Despite her insistence that the memory of a delicious salad was unimportant, she was visiting a new neighbor at that time. It's an important event for normal people.]

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.

[openterrain]

Are you sure?

[ 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?

[forcegalactic]

[He avoids looking at Jean.]

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.]

[openterrain]

[ God damnit, Jean, can't you comfort anyone properly? ]

... It sounds like there are lots of murderous things on Mars.

[forcegalactic]

[...]

Yeah, there are.

[openterrain]

I thought the future was supposed to be safer than where I came from.

[ His tone isn't exactly accusatory, but it is skeptical. Come on, space dad, don't let him down. ]

[forcegalactic]

We don't have to worry about war and starvation and Titans every day. Just criminals. And Earth is a ton safer than any other human settlement.

[openterrain]

I guess that's fair.

[ Though, you know, that does make him wonder about something else. ]

... Hey. You mentioned criminals. Is murder really common on Mars?

[forcegalactic]

Just as common as any place far from the center of civilization. [The center of human civilization, obviously. Aliens are safest on their home planets, and it's just the same with Earthlings.] We only got one lawman on Mars, some vigilantes, and me lookin' after the town. Ain't enough deterrent for outlaws to hide out there.