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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Laundry Storage

[matchbreaker]

Who the hell is cooking stuff up in here?!

[ Elda is a vampire and therefore has a particularly keen sense of smell. It seems a little dulled here, but she can still smell this chemical mixing from her room, among other places. And this is why, not knowing who's up to what, she's barging in here, claws drawn. ]

[neverheardofhim]

[Well, that was one way to pour a cap of dangerous chemicals onto a fresh piece of meat. By being startled into pouring it on both the meat and the floor around it. Thankfully, Varric at least managed to avoid getting it on himself -- a bad combination, he noted as the meat began to erode.]

[Turning around, Varric gave an almost irritated look, before his expression softened at the sight of Elda. The claws were both new and frightening, but as far as he was concerned, the woman was a friend.]

Just working on an experiment, Fang. Don't mind me. [An experiment that he quickly set to mopping up.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Well by claws it's more like she somehow made her fingers look more muscled than a finger should be and her long lady finger nails seem sharper than she should be. But details.

She grounds to let up on that, instead pinching her nose with that same hang ]

Well it's hard not to mind when you can smell it a mile off!

[ They can't even move an actual mile in here. Figure of speech ]

[neverheardofhim]

[Close enough to claws for Varric to at least be put off. He watched the hand somewhat warily, dimly wondering if he might find himself on the wrong side of them. Thankfully, Elda seemed only annoyed, and not murderously so.]

You want out of here, don't you? [Not that he was making much progress on that front. He could still bluff like nobody's business, though.] The right combination of this stuff might be the key to blasting our way out.

[matchbreaker]

[ Her voice actually sounds a little silly when she's plugging her nose ]

So you're making a bomb or some acid to melt the walls?

[neverheardofhim]

A little of column A, a little of column B, hopefully. [Something to knock the walls down and melt away what remained would be nice. He might have even had an inkling of how to do it if he was back home. Of course, if he was back home, it wouldn't be a problem, or at least oculd be made for him]

[This was a hopeless endeavor though. After making sure his experiment was mostly cleaned up and good to return to later, he stood and shuffled toward the door, motioning for Elda to follow.]

[matchbreaker]

Oh yeah? So how's it coming along?

[ As she follows, easily.

Shoeless. ]

[neverheardofhim]

We're still in here, aren't we? [Absolute deadpan, and spoken as Varric glowered toward a wall.]

That's code for "not good," Fang.

[matchbreaker]

I still think the trunk battering ram isn't a bad idea.

[ SIGH.

So where they going? ]

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric moved into the main laundry room, and into the hall from there. For him, the small was far less overpowering, while also providing him a vantage point to watch his experiment. He didn't want anyone accidentally poking around it, after all.]

Trunk doesn't seem nearly strong enough to knock down these walls. [He leaned against one and knocked on it to prove his point.]

[matchbreaker]

If it's completely full of books and swung by the strongest people here, it might do something.

[ So worth a shot basically.

... The smell is still strong from here but it's better. Still holding her nose ]

[neverheardofhim]

Maybe.

[He glanced up in the direction of her face, biting back a laugh as he did.]

You want to go somewhere else?

[matchbreaker]

You're still waiting for a reaction, right?

[neverheardofhim]

[He shrugged.]

Anything worthwhile would have happened immediately. Besides, I could use a break.

[matchbreaker]

[ She doesn't like the idea of being spared the smell at his pity but...

You know what. ]

Okay. So what's your plan now? Shame we don't have cards or anything.

[neverheardofhim]

Don't remind me. [It might have made for an interesting night -- playing wicked grace with this motley crew.] We could always sit around and read each other stories?

[He winked up at the woman.]

[matchbreaker]

I'm not sure how many good ones I have.

[ Huff.

... But it is something to do. ]

[neverheardofhim]

We'll go to the library. You can cheat by picking out random stories from the shelves.

[He turned without listening to her response, aiming for the library.]

[matchbreaker]

Then we're sure counting on your memory to keep it interesting!

[ But fine, that really does sound fun. She smiles, getting behind him at a brisk pace. Let's go to the library, maybe she can find that Broom Stroker guy again ]

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric would have a lot of questions about that particular author, if he happened to come up in conversation. Until then, however, he'd launch into his own stories, not even waiting to get settled in the library.]

I ever tell you about the Dalish werewolves?

[matchbreaker]

[ She'll listen/reply as she's going over the shelves to find a new book ]

Nope! Or at least, I don't remember it.

[ He's told her a few stories just in them talking earlier, but they have only known each other a few days, so. Not a lot of time.

... Maybe it was a rhetorical question ]

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric lifted himself up into a chair, and then crossed his legs beneath himself. One hand came to rest on his lap, the other holding his chin up.]

Historically, humans where I'm from haven't been the greatest of people, especially not to elves. A group of people killed the son of one of their leaders, and eventually led to the death of his daughter. In retribution, he bound a spirit to a wolf, and cursed them to live as wolves through its bite.

[matchbreaker]

So some angry elf guy created werewolves?

[ She laughs at that. Man, what a story this is already beginning as ]

[neverheardofhim]

Yeah. [Admittedly, the laugh made him uneasy. Regardless of his feelings toward the Keeper and his continued cruelty, he appreciated the idea of justice after something so cruel.] Unfortunately, his little stunt didn't just affect the people immediately involved. The curse spread to their descendants and so on, damning people who had no involvement with what happened.

The descendants begged for mercy, but when the man, who was made immortal by the curse, refused to listen, they switched methods. Bit and attacked members of the man's clan, until the man was forced to address the problem.

[matchbreaker]

[ But it's just a story.

... Maybe she's not the right person for it, at least with as fanciful of stuff as elves. Still, she hums, listening as she is sort of leafing through a book looking for a fun passage ]

He set up a curse that could affect his own clan?

[ She was okay with that vengeance in the first place even if it was silly just by nature of the idea of elves existing (sorry Varric) but that's... ill thought out ]