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

MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[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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[matchbreaker]

[ Elda sits down across from her in the dining room.

Pouting Glaring at all the food.

Good morning, gurl. ]

[oyashiromama]

[Ahhh a good balanced breakfast- oh hello there.]

'Morning, Elda. You're looking grumpy.

[matchbreaker]

You going to enjoy that all?

[ SHOULD SHE CALL HER FAT?

SHE CONSIDERS IT. ]

[oyashiromama]

[gurl she will bitchslap you]

What I can eat. I'm not used to cooking for one, so if anyone wants to have some, I welcome it. [she's not used to cooking at all but from when she did] The leftovers, I meant to take advantage of the fridge.

[matchbreaker]

[ GURL ]

No thanks! I'm sure it'll just taste like ash to me!

[ She's a vampire, you know. ]

[oyashiromama]

Aah? Oh, is that how it works...

[...yeah you know come to think of it--]

How are you... How do you plan on getting something to eat, around here?

[matchbreaker]

Well eventually, I'm going to need to bite someone.

[ and for all of her jealousy annoyance at you all and your food, without the ability to erase memories and a certain awareness that killing one probably means she needs to kill them all...

Well, she isn't looking forward to it. Not helped by the fact no one smells that delicious here. ]

[oyashiromama]

...Do you kill everyone you bite?

[She's seeing a growing problem here.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Groan ] No.

[ She shakes her head ] Even for someone like me you'd have to be dumb to do that when you can just erase their memories.

[oyashiromama]

...then it seems a system needs to be worked out for while we're here.

[Who would be willing to let a vampire feed on them???]

[matchbreaker]

Are you volunteering? I wonder how demon blood tastes.

[oyashiromama]

[...]

If it's necessary. To keep the peace, I would let you.

1/2

[matchbreaker]

[ Well that's- ]

[matchbreaker]

Vampires don't normally ask, you know!

[ She didn't expect that.

It shows. ]

[oyashiromama]

You did this time, so I responded in kind.

[YOU'RE THE ONE WHO ASKED, ELDA. She sips her soup.]

It's nothing I would seek out, but if it must be done, that's all there is too it.

[matchbreaker]

[ Muttered, as she gets back on the counter, pulling her hands up closer to to hr legs ] Well who would expect you to answer like that...

[oyashiromama]

[...She's really grumpy, that's actually adorable.]

Should you need to feed, just knock on my door. ...Though, not every day, I would hope.

[She'll bleed herself for others but not enough that it kills her. ...yet.]

[matchbreaker]

[ PRETEND I SAID CHAIR.

Anyway.

She... blushes a bit, her mood somehow at a strange mid point between being improved and worsened. ]

I wish you smelled nicer...

[oyashiromama]

[DON'T WORRY FRIEND I GOT YA

She can't help but snort at that.]

My demon blood and I will take that as a compliment.

[matchbreaker]

Well, I also meant you're not my type.

[ SHRUG.

... But then, even the people who are her type aren't smelling good here... ]

[oyashiromama]

...I must wonder, do you mean type or blood type...?

[It's not easy to see how she could get confused there right.]

1/2

[matchbreaker]

Oh don't be silly, I have my James, and even if I would cheat on him, I'm not sure I would do it with you!

[ She waves a hand dismissively, smiling ]

[matchbreaker]

No, I meant blood type. Any vampire worth their salt can smell someone they'll react to a mile off.

[oyashiromama]

Ah, of course. [PROCEEDING ON.] Are there any here who fit that? ...I'm not about to volunteer them, if there are, just some may be more receptive to assisting than others.

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda's expression shifts once more to a pout. She seem to be weighing how much of this she wants to tell Hanyuu. She bites her lip for a moment until she realizes that she's doing it by way of it drawing a little blood. She frowns, licks her lip, and then gestures to Hanyuu's food, as if urging her to just eat ]

There should be, but no one smells like it for some reason.