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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kitchen

[plegia]

[Gangrel's not exactly an early riser either (even with the obnoxious wake up call) so when he wanders into the kitchen in search of something to eat Hanyuu's already heating up some of those pastries. Gangrel takes one look at the kitchen and sighs loudly.]

Gods.

[WHAT IS ALL OF THIS SHIT.]

You! Are you making food? Please tell me you are.

[oyashiromama]

[well yes that is what she is Hanyuu perks up in the middle of a bite of something white, leaving a powdery substance above her lips.]

I am learning how to use the microwave, yes.

[plegia]

Micro... Never mind. I don't want to know.

[CONSIDERING HOW MANY STRANGE THINGS ARE IN THIS KITCHEN YOU COULD MEAN LITERALLY ANYTHING HERE, WHATEVER]

Is it good. That. Whatever you're eating.

[oyashiromama]

[GANGREL YOU GOTTA LEARN ABOUT MODERN TIMES GOOD OLD MODERN 1973]

It's very good! I have many, if you would like to try one?

[plegia]

...As long as they're not poisoned!

[But you know what, that's probably not the case. It's too early for anyone to start murdering yet, right?? Right. Besides, she's eating one so they're safe!!]

[oyashiromama]

Poisoned...?

[??? She gives him a look but no of course they aren't here, have a sweet pastry.]

[plegia]

[hanyuu does not deserve this

Anyway, he'll take a bite, consider it, and then shove the whole thing in his mouth.]

These are incredible! How did you make them?

[HE MIGHT BE WILLING TO PUT ASIDE HIS FEAR WARINESS OF TECHNOLOGY IN ORDER TO MAKE DELICIOUS PASTRIES]

[oyashiromama]

[who really deserves gangrel, honestly, does anyone?

At least, either way, he has taste!]

Heating them in this here! [gestures to the microwave] They're simply frozen, but ready to eat otherwise.

[plegia]

[...........]

How do you do that, exactly. I've never seen this before.

[He's staring at the microwave like "WITCHCRAFT" so uh.]

[oyashiromama]

[...oh no]

W-well, you take something frozen, like so [let's put a few cream puffs on a plate] and then open this up and place them inside. The machine makes them warm, so just set how long you want them to heat for.

[she'd never used one before now but she'd watched, extensively, when they were introduced to hinamizawa....]

[plegia]

[He'll listen to the explanation without complaint, his head tipped to the side as he rests his fingers against his chin.]

...So how long do these need to be heated up for? Is this really all you have to do?

[It seems too... simple...]

[oyashiromama]

That's really it! I set it for...here...we...are! [like 30 seconds or something handwave] Just enough to get it warm, but they can thaw if you just want to wait!

[...but who wants to wait for the best food ever]

[plegia]

Well why wait when you have a device that can do it for you! Gyahahaha!

[oh my god don't evil laugh about pastries you fuckin' menace]

This is excellent! I'll make plenty of these!

[no one will ever need this many pastries]

[oyashiromama]

[what was that laugh] Th-these are called cream...horns... [which you know kind of resembles her own horns huh]

I- I am glad to have helped you with these, sir. ...aah, Gangrel?

[...who come to think of it kind of hit a few warning bells with his profile uh]

[plegia]

[it's a very beautiful laugh shhh]

That's right, and you'd be... The woman with the name I doubt anyone can pronounce.

[AH YES, THAT'S RIGHT...]

What do you want me to call you?

[oyashiromama]

Hanyuu. Just call me Hanyuu.

[she's taking that duct tape to her profile seriously]

It's much easier that way.

[plegia]

Hanyuu, then! Easy enough.

[It's definitely different, but at least it's something he can pronounce!]

Was the rest of that information posted about you correct?

[oyashiromama]

[ah]

Some of... Yes, though the interests and age weren't exactly.

[plegia]

How far off was the age?

[At this point he's just gotten used to the fact that there are a lot of ancient people running around. Sure, why not. Whatever.]

[oyashiromama]

A hundred years or so.

[At least she's not pushing six thousand like Jasper.]

[plegia]

I'd imagine it'd be hard to lose track of time like that, but I'm one of the normal people here.

[SHRUG]

So what are you, exactly? Are you also some kind of demon?

[You've got horns like Christo????]

[oyashiromama]

Yes, actually.

[blah blah close to it- it's easier to just say she is]

[plegia]

Are you from the same place as Christo and Killia? Hell or the Netherworlds or whatever.

[oh my god gangrel you can't just ask people if they're from hell]

[oyashiromama]

[WHY IS HE LIKE THIS hanyuu just shakes her head]

I'm from the fifth dimension, but I was born and raised on Earth, in the village I guard.

[plegia]

[well most of that doesn't mean much to him, but—]

You guard a village? I didn't think a demon would want to look out for humans. Christo and Killia didn't seem to like us.

[Not that he's complaining, this is actually interesting??]