WEEK 1.

[trustwellness]

WEEK 1 Now that you've had a chance to yell at the Wordsmith, one thing is very clear. He wasn't lying. There's no escape from this place. You can explore all you like, but there aren't any ways to leave. It seems like there isn't much to do but settle in and get to know your fellow Apprentices. You're free to go wherever you'd like for the most part, but come 10PM the doors to the kitchen and the mail room will shut and lock and nothing you can do will get them to open. While you might be tempted to sleep in, you'll find that the clock in the foyer goes off every morning at 7AM and again in the evenings at 10PM without fail. You'll be able to hear it no matter where you are; it seems it's being broadcast over the PA system. You're welcome to go back to sleep after you hear it, but surely you don't want to spend the whole day in bed? (Unless you were out exploring all last night. In which case, go back to bed, damn.) APPRENTICES REMAINING: 30

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[OOC: Welcome to week one of Trustfell! Feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget to save those threads for coins and the activity check!

If you'd like to get in contact with the Wordsmith, you can do so through letters or the switchboard!]

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[foundfate]

[If Kira is in the kitchen, then Watanuki will definitely find him, as he had been intending on making breakfast too. Old habits die hard.]

Oh! I didn't know there were others who liked to cook here too.

[Which is actually a relief because it means that Watanuki might not have to cook for 30 people at every meal.]

[avoidcomplications]

[...Right. Socializing. Kira looked over to Watanuki with a pleasant smile, silently resigning himself to the fact that he was going to have to deal with far more people than he was used to.]

Yes, well--I live alone, so I've become fairly competent in a kitchen. Not that I'm any kind of chef, but I know enough to get by.

[foundfate]

[Get used to it Kira, murdergames are all about punching people in the friendship.

And Watanuki is still smiling, but after hearing that explanation it looks just a touch sadder.]

Ah, well, that's something I can understand too.

[avoidcomplications]

[ew, people. Time to deflect.]

Is that so? You're quite young to be living on your own...'Watanuki', wasn't it? [Not that he memorized everyone's profiles, but heterochromia was a tough one to miss.]

[foundfate]

[The fact that his name literally means 'April 1st' is probably enough to draw attention too.]

Yes, that's right. Unfortunately, my parents aren't around anymore.

[He says it very calmly though, like he's long-since come to terms with it.]

Necessity breeds results, I suppose.

[avoidcomplications]

[that's clearly less weird than anything else going on here, in his defense]

Likewise. [He acknowledged that with a noncommittal sound focusing back on the task at hand.] Hopefully the others have some measure of experience as well. I don't want this place burning down with us in it.

[foundfate]

And without either of us being forced into cooking for everyone. I don't think there would be time for much else every day.

[avoidcomplications]

I would hate to subject anyone to my mediocre cooking.

[foundfate]

Oh come on, I doubt it's mediocre. Even if you can only make simple stuff, everyone's cooking is unique.

[avoidcomplications]

Is it? I would think two people following the same recipe would get the same results, provided they weren't any sort of expert.

[foundfate]

You would think so, but that actually doesn't happen. If we were to make the exact same thing right now, with the same ingredients, they would taste subtly different.

[avoidcomplications]

Hm...maybe that does make sense. Slight variables and deviations are to be expected with things like that, aren't they?

[foundfate]

[Watanuki nods.]

It's what makes each person's food unique. If everyone could follow the same recipe and get exactly the same results, then there wouldn't be any need for food cooking competitions, would there?

[avoidcomplications]

I guess not. Regardless, the point stands that my own talents are nothing particularly special.

[foundfate]

Is that why your title is 'Average'?

[avoidcomplications]

It would have to be, wouldn't it? I'm nothing but an ordinary human, with no unusual or outstanding qualities as far as I'm aware of.

[foundfate]

The way you keep insisting on that makes me think you're not being honest.

[avoidcomplications]

I'm insisting on it because I'm stunned that someone like me apparently ranks as worth kidnapping with aliens, spirits, and whatever else. You've never felt like the only sane man in a room full of insanity before?

[foundfate]

Of course I have, but why would you think a person's rank matters here? It's probably a matter of the heart that got us brought here, not our place in the world.

[avoidcomplications]

A matter of the heart? I don't think I know what you mean.

[foundfate]

I mean who we are on the inside. Our personality. Our morals.

The Wordsmith hasn't demanded money, or power, or anything else. There aren't even any demands. So what he wants must be something that can't be bought. If this is a test of character, then I wouldn't be surprised at all.

[Spirits love that kind of shit.]

[avoidcomplications]

...

[yeah, that's not alarming at all]

I...suppose that would be in line with what we've been presented so far.

[foundfate]

Exactly. So there must be something that the Wordsmith sees in you that is worth keeping you here for.

[He meant for that to be positive, really.]

[avoidcomplications]

[INTERNAL SCREAMING.]

That's a touching sentiment, though I could do without the attention of a psychopath.