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

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[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

[housenurse]

[THROWING HER BODY THROUGH THE DOOR]

[rickdiculous]

[WHY WOULD THIS STOP HIM FROM TRYING TO CLOSE IT]

[housenurse]

[IT WON'T BUT SHE CAN BE A HUMAN DOOR STOPPER

WORKING THROUGH THE PAIN trying to wriggle inside like a worm]

[rickdiculous]

Holy shit you fucking -

[FINE YOU KNOW WHAT OPENING IT. HE HOPES YOU FALL ON YOUR ASS.]

WHAT.

[housenurse]

[AND SHE DOES ow]

We need to talk, Rick-san! I won't let another day by without it!

[rickdiculous]

[GOOD.]

We just did. That was it. The talk. Argo fuck yourself.

[housenurse]

No, I mean, talk about-- You know what I mean!

[HUFFS, stands, dusts off her clothes.]

... I spoke to Morty-kun. Before everything. [aaaand all her fire just goes out right there. stares at the floor.]

[rickdiculous]

Yeah. I'm well-aware. I think the whole - whole place is aware. People on Mars are aware. Matt Damon and - and Marvin the Martian are....having a good goddamn chortle about it.

That's why you oughta go fuck yourself.

[housenurse]

[deep breath.]

He asked. He knew something was different, so he asked me. And I told him, because he deserved to know. He deserved it, and even if everything else in this awful place keeps me up at night, I'll never lose a bit of sleep over it. Not one little bit.

... I won't apologize for telling him. I'm only sorry that I had to do it for you, and that I had to be the one to hold him when he cried about it. I'm... I'm sorry you threw away your last chance!

[rickdiculous]

[...he nudges, if only a little bit.]

...wow. That's it. Y-yeesh. I was expecting something with a little more meat to it, not...not something with the emotional intensity of a BuzzFeed article.

[housenurse]

[all references completely lost on her.]

I didn't mean for you to get upset. And I am sorry about that, but... It needed to happen. I would've done it no matter what.