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]

[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.