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WEEK 2.
Two people are gone from the group. Zagi and Kamui are dead, twenty-five of you are still alive, and the first week in the Vault comes to a close. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; on Sunday morning, those klaxons are as annoying as ever but at the very least there aren't any bodies to be found. It can be assumed, perhaps, that you're safe for now. The night before wasn't necessarily a peaceful one, however; you'll probably feel a bit groggy when you wake up, and it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost... However, those weird dreams aren't the only new thing around here; one of the previously closed-off section near the vending machine has opened up, revealing a spiral staircase leading up to the next floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; consider it your reward for a job well done. |
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week two 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!
The text and calling posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]
SUNDAY
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Everything is still fresh in his mind - the shock, the fear, the all-crushing sensation in his chest when he saw what had been Tony Stark's Malibu house falling into pieces into the sea below. It had all felt so real, like he was truly in that hotel in Glasgow and watching it all happen. It almost felt like his time in this place had just been some long, terrible dream--but no. This is still the reality of what he faces. This killing game, this... cruel thing. Whatever game that the Kingmaker wants them to play to the end.
He tries to shake it off but its hard, and that shakiness stays with Bruce for pretty much the rest of the day no matter how he tries to work his way through it. After getting breakfast in the kitchen Bruce quickly notices the new area and starts to explore it (as probably does everyone else, most likely). Bruce generally can be found exploring every room on the second floor, but he'll be spending a good amount of time at the first aid room, already busying himself with cataloguing the items that are in there.]
First Aid
[Cherryblod also decides to linger in here - not because the art and sewing rooms aren't interesting, because they are, but because this place seems more useful in the event of an attempted murder.
But only slightly.]
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[...he almost sounds very slightly disappointed as he walks in...]
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Pretty interesting addition, huh? I can name a few things I would have preferred first.
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Breakfast
[ After their first trial--which unfortunately will be far from their last, The King had decided to forego Saturday's gathering call. The bird thought he could keep to himself for a while and retreat from the cruelties of the world--which sounded very, very familiar to a bad habit he once (and maybe still) had. But... in the end, the oppressive air of The Vault would not leave, and even with the weight of exhaustion it took a while before he drifted off to sleep. ... Then he additionally found himself dreaming of a face he didn't want to see again. There was just no winning, with this place.
He continues to look at Bruce with sad eyes, wondering if he should ask if he's alright--knowing full well the answer to that line of inquiry. It was hard to talk about emotions, wasn't it? ]
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... Regardless, she showers and changes into one of those jumpsuits. (She misses her old outfit, but...) As always, she makes her way into the kitchen, and sure enough, she's back to baking. There's also several pots of tea available, all different flavors. Coffee, too, for those who prefer something a little stronger. By this point, it's probably obvious that it's born of stress. True, the afterparty had helped her, but she still feels a touch sick.
Later on, after she's finally finished baking, she heads up to the new floor. There's a lot to explore, and Aqua tries not to think too much on the fact that they had to go through that to find new places. She's interested by everything in the sewing room; she decides not to make clothes, but little dolls. One has spiky brown hair, dressed in what looks like samurai garb; the other, with spiky blond hair; and finally, one with hair that looks like a pineapple. (She'd taken the time to carefully detail this one--scars and all.)
After she's done with her project in the sewing room, she makes her way to the art studio. Aqua hadn't expected to find so much, but the fact that she can actually do something else with her hands is a relief. She can be found diligently working on some star-shaped charms... ]
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Friends of yours?
[He means the people the dolls were based on.]
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[He's just here checking the place out, don't mind him.]
Those are cute. People you know?
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art studio
Aqua. [He greets softly, walking towards her.] Are you holding up any better?
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She gets up to go to the vending machine, pulling out a few more items, including another coconut. More breakfast, huh... wait a second, is that a staircase that wasn't there before?
Food can wait, and it will until after she's explored the second floor. The sewing room catches her attention, and she takes note of everything and decides to come back later. Everything else is interesting, but nothing looks like a clue yet. At least it's something.
Later, you can find her cooking in the kitchen again, using the coconut in some hard, fluffy-looking cocadas while humming a song you might not have heard before. She probably won't complain if you take one.]
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Rem was there with her, though. She doesn't know if that's a good sign or a bad sign. But given the way the dream ended, things didn't sound good.
To take her mind off of it, the first thing she does is take advantage of a box she used yesterday and make a hole in the top, putting it in the kitchen before breakfast. She keeps a couple of pens and paper next to it, and slaps a note straight on the front: ]
[ That oughta do the trick.
The spiral staircase is interesting, though; she had expected the other floors to be below this one, and, to a degree, they must be, judging by the elevator ride yesterday, but when she gets upstairs, she's thrilled to see some rooms she can make use of! A sewing room would be great for making new clothes, especially since their jumpsuits look awful and she'd never be caught dead in one. And the art room seems cute, too; she's definitely going to make use of that and try to get her creative juices flowing!
So, naturally, that's where she spends most of the day; you might find her trying to paint a landscape, or busy at work on a drawing of...okay, yeah, who else? ]
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"Misa-chan!
I suggest you talk to Mettaton-san and arrange a show with him. With you two's expertise in entertainment and the world of showbiz, you should be able to create something to good.
If possible employ as many of us as you can.
Thank you!
---Anonymous Tip"
[That should be good. Mouri hopes that will be enough, he trusts Misa to use her energy and enthusiasm to get something done]
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Art Room
[Cherryblod's also trying to draw his loved one!
...But Cherryblod doesn't really know how to draw, and lobsters are not the easiest thing to practice on without a reference. So the figure on his paper looks more like a red blob than anything else.]
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didwas doing was wrong, yelling at him in one short burst that made him want to die a little. Die and fight back. To scream.But it's almost too real to write off.
So he stomps down the hallway to the laundry room to finally de-stink the outfit he came in. If stumbled on, one would find him sitting on a stool, his bright red jumpsuit stripped down to the waist as he fights with the basins. Probably due to how much of a soapy wet mess he's making. His voice is rough when he curses under his breath at the damned things, apparently having not slept well.
Later, once he's taken out his frustrations on his clothing he can be found exploring upstairs, lingering in the sewing room. He's playing with the yarn, looking amused and a little confused. How the hell does Kanji make stuff outta this?]
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What sort of monster have you become?!
T-this one's alive...!
It's a fortunate thing, the silencing walls this vault had, or else they might have heard Speedwagon giving a shout as he awoke. Despite evidently being in a cold sweat, he slept... actually pretty well, all things considered. He's also out of bed and about before the alarm sounds too, actually wearing the garish vault jumpsuit for once. It's nothing like anything he'd worn before... but his outfit needed a break as well as a wash.
He scurries off to the kitchen for some coffee, and whatever he can scrounge up in haste. The toaster has fortunately stopped confusing him, as now he's waiting for several bread slices to cook. Whatever he's currently doing, it feels like he's on edge...
Dream or not, it's not leaving Speedwagon's thoughts for now. But he can find ways to distract himself, like the second floor they've just discovered. He busies himself by investigating every room, but noticeably, he's taken an interest in the sewing room and the first aid room.
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You two! Attic! NOW!
[Today, Stan's wearing his bright orange jumpsuit that makes him look like he just walked outta a prison yard. It's not a great look.
All the same, he seems to have a decent amount of energy this morning. That dream wasn't exactly the greatest thing ever, and parts of it ring too true, but it kinda left him on a weird phantom adrenaline-high. And with that Ampersandra song in his head. He might be humming a little under his breath as he makes his usual breakfast and coffee in the kitchen.
After that's done, he heads over to the vending machine early to cash the coins he's received, and can be found there examining a sort of terrifying statue.]
How the hell - [He peers into the opening of the machine. It really doesn't seem like it should have fit.
Nonetheless, he's still got it tucked under one arm when he heads upstairs to check out what might be there. He spends a little time looking around all of the rooms, but lingers the longest in the art storage room, where he picks up some art supplies in turn and looks at them thoughtfully.]
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That's what he has, from time to time. From what he understands, they're a warning-- though being dreams, they're usually abstract and not entirely helpful without knowing more about whatever the hell he's being warned about.
That being said, apparently sometimes you dream about beating people up for no reason.
With the new locations opening up, Gabriel spends the day exploring. Right after breakfast, he starts to dig through the art studio and storage for anything that looks unusual, helping himself to a small sketchbook so he can start to keep notes. Eventually, he'll head to first aid to look over everything that's stored, and keep track of it. You never know when things will get urgent.]
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Mettaton's been asked before if he can dream, and he'd said then that he could do something like it; he hadn't been lying when he said it, but he doesn't seem terribly troubled when he finally makes an appearance upstairs.
The first aid room doesn't interest him at all - why should it - and it isn't like he can sew worth a damn, so that knocks two rooms out right away; that said, though, he can be found in the early afternoon...not in the art studio itself, but rather in the art supply room, kind of poking through boxes and eventually settling down on the floor somewhere in the back with one of those sketchpads and a pen, and he'll be back there for a decent portion of the day if he's left to it. He looks more like he's writing than drawing, though, and whatever it is seems to have all of his attention - at least until it suddenly doesn't, because god knows he can also be found back there just...aggressively texting again like his life depends on it once in a while.
...He's also going to leave that place with way too much glitter. Just as a warning to anyone with sanity. God only knows what he's gonna do with it, but it's incredibly obvious that he's going to go take a lot of pink and sparkle up something.
Otherwise, he's having a generally subdued day again today; maybe everything the weekend decided to be is catching up to him, who knows. Either way, anyone milling around after hours can actually find him in the dining hall - and he's not making himself particularly hard to find, either, because his presence is heralded by a vague, godawful clattering noise once in a while. It seems he's managed to successfully tip a couple of the godawful heavy tables over (...some...how, presumably with a lot of determination and the sort of calculations that normally go into wholesome activities like tipping cows) and he's got them set at angles to one another, and he's proceeding to have a great goddamn time with both the tables and the Go pieces from the machine - throwing them with great force against one of them and watching them ricochet off the metal surfaces in patterns, like the bullethell-inclined idiot that he is.
...The sound's obnoxious, but at least your rooms are soundproofed so it's not like he'll wake you up if you aren't already out and about late at night.]
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Unfortunately there's no real good outlet for him here, and he spends most of Sunday methodically rearranging his room and going over the notes he's taken of everyone so far.
By about 11pm Sunday night however, he finally leaves his room to try to expend some of the energy he still has by baking in the kitchen. Yup, he totally doesn't look out of place here (he's mostly baking different types of breads), and he seems totally entranced in what he's doing.]
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Explosions. Screaming. Blood. The dead rising back up again...
"Sensei, at this rate, we'll all... if the school and everyone outside are like this, what do we do? Sakura-sensei, are you listening? Answer us, Sensei!!
And so, when Megumi wakes up, it's in a cold sweat. That was... definitely not a welcome dream to have, that's for sure. Was it caused by the stress of Zagi and Kamui's death? She certainly remembers talking with someone last night about zombies, but to think that they'd show up like that in her nightmares...
As a result, she's pretty late to show up anywhere this morning, to the point where you'll probably still find her in room 19 until about noon, writing notes on something and with a few textbooks from the library open in front of her. When she does finally leave her room, the first stop for today is the laundry room, having temporarily changed into one of the jumpsuits provided so that she can wash the dress she was wearing when she first woke up here. She thought that she had noticed a few stains several days ago, but they had been hard to scrub out, and dark enough that they were practically unnoticeable. Now, though... now she has a sneaking suspicion of what they are thanks to that dream, and she seems pretty desperate to try to remove them.
After that, she'll be found at the sewing room, still wearing the jumpsuit as she tries to see if it's possible to use one of the machines here to do some minor stitching on her dress... once she's certain that she's figured out how to use the machine in question is used, that is. (It's been a while since she's touched one of these, okay.)]
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...hmmmmmm. He really has to wonder about that, but he'd like to have a few actual results before calling a meeting to discuss it. After what happened on Friday, he's going to really have to double up his efforts to see if he can find anything useful to get everyone out of this horrendous place.
Of course, as he's heading for the library, he happens to notice that the stairway's opened up, so of course he makes a beeline down to familiarize himself with what's even down there. The answer is... nothing that useful to the ultimate goal, although he does end up spending quite some time heading between the sewing room and the art storage room. He has a Plan.
...unfortunately, as he lines up the fabric dyes on the table in the art studio, he finds that... no matter how many he gets out... they're all fucking neon... so no, he can't dye his jumpsuit a less godawful color.
After that bit of disappointment (and noting that he really needs to take an inventory of the medical supplies when he has some downtime, which will assuredly happen), he decides to take a more detailed look at the library. He's combing the shelves for anything that looks out of place and occasionally just... nudging the shelves a little to see if they'll do anything.
...later on at night, after he assumes everyone's probably gone to sleep, he's on a sneaking mission. A sneaking mission to the laundry room to wash his damn clothes while wearing the eye-searingly bright blue jumpsuit he found on arrival. Hopefully no one else had the same idea!]
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