WEEK 2.

[trustwellness]

WEEK 2 Adelina and Kyrie Ushiromiya are dead. Regardless of how you felt about them and whether or not you mourned their passing, life goes on. It seems the Wordsmith intends to make good on the rules he's left for you all. Saturday is given to regrouping and rest; on Sunday morning the clock chimes as it always has, but at least there are no bodies to find today. It seems 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... Either way, it seems there's nothing to do but move on - or, perhaps, move down. Another door in that holding area near the elevator seems to have opened up, leading into a corridor and a stairwell that seems to lead you somewhere beneath the dormitories, and eventually onto a new floor altogether. Go ahead and explore all you like; after all, you did well at completing your lessons this past week. APPRENTICES REMAINING: 28

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week two 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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MONDAY

[trustwellness]

GIFTS

[trustwellness]

[On Monday morning you'll find some items in the mail room - they're all labeled for the appropriate person.

Viktor - one (1) bottle of vodka
Phi - one (1) bottle of white hair dye
Judy & Nick - one (1) stepstool for the kitchen counter

There's also a refrigerator in the infirmary stocked with blood transfusion packs, though this doesn't have a name on it.]

[plentyfriendly]

[When next you wake, those who survived will be able to regret the decision they made...
as all members of a single team will perish as a result of the vote you entered.

There's no way it was a dream - this is too similar to a phenomenon she knows very well. But it's so heavy that she's barely stopped thinking about it.

You might encounter her in a hallway, in which case she'll stop.]

I have a question for you. Did you remember something?

[She takes her present out of the mail room, having checked it mostly to see if anything was different. Feel free to catch her doing this, too.

Later in the day, she'll try her hand at a little baking in the kitchen - this is supposedly a college, and no one has made pizza. Of course thanks to a certain person tomato sauce has been ruined so she's using barbecue sauce instead.]

hallway

[tsugomori]

Yep, I did. It was me arriving in a certain citadel.

[ And there are certainly quite a few citadels...so, yeah. ]

What about you? I assume you remembered something as well?

hallway

[quadruples]

Yes. I thought it was a dream at first, but it was way too realistic and normally I forget my dreams shortly after waking up.

Kitchen

[matchbreaker]

That doesn't smell like tomatoes.

[ Elda says as she comes into the room! Or well, more accurately, she sort of walked right up to look up over the counter at what she was doing. That's... that thing, right? Flatbread? ]

hallway

[feistytrader]

[...This is starting to look less like a coincidence and more like a pattern.]

Yeah. Did you?

[She wouldn't be asking if that wasn't the case, now would she-]

hallway

[acherontiastyx]

...

Maybe? I don't know if it was a dream or a memory.

Hallway

[neverheardofhim]

[He glanced up at the pale-haired woman, lips twisting into a frown. He had remembered something, but up until now, it was something he hadn't been keen on talking about. Still, if he was going to preach unity until his lungs dried out, then he figured that secrets needed to go for the time being.]

[Especially secrets that were clouding his head so damn badly.]

Yeah. [He opened his mouth to say more, but his throat closed abruptly, and suddenly the words wouldn't come out.] It's -- [But still nothing.] You too?

mail room

[oyashiromama]

[Hanyuu hasn't much of a need for this place, but maybe she'll try a letter, sometime- and she comes across Phi, with her bottle of hair dye.]

Did you just pick that up here? Where did it come from?

[She thought the only outside things were from the vending machine?]

[iamthatsea]

[ Alani wasn't out of her room a whole lot on Sunday, but... she does make it out for more than just "a cursory examination of the new rooms and chatting with friends" today. She seems a little... distracted? Throughout the day, but y'know. Probably nothing.

She got a lot of stuff from the vending machine, but none of it speaks to her (quite frankly, she only knows what a few of these things are - that Shayne girl has video games, doesn't she? And there are people on that ship she remembered with earrings. But of course, one of these things really speaks to her. I speak, of course, of the green mascot costume, which she absolutely wears through the morning (minus the head). So the first place she can be run into is the hallways, in that costume and just sort of... holding the coconut and trying to discern its function as she wanders. Which is probably. Weird.

By afternoon she's back in her regular clothes, though, and takes up residence in the sewing room for a bit, actually. It looks like she's... trying to do something to her school uniform? Huh.

Late at night, though, before things close up, she's in the dining room, curled up in a chair with a blanket and looking intently at three glasses of water set out in front of her. She looks super frustrated, and every once in a while has to close her eyes and take a long calming breath. ]

dining room

[introspects]

[ On her way back to her room, she can't help but notice a blanket burrito in the dining room. Upon closer inspection, she realizes it's Alani, who seems to be...very hung up over those water glasses. She'll go ahead and see if everything's alright. ]

Good evening, Alani-san...!

Halls

[matchbreaker]

[ Um?

Oh wow. Actually, ]

Oh wow, someone actually wore one of those.

[ Elda remarks this casually as they pass each other. She's in her original dress, mostly for lack of options because she has to wash one then the other. But hey.

... Wow. ]

hallway

[sportadork]

[casually walks by holding a watermelon]

-- Oh! You got lucky, too!

dining room

[acherontiastyx]

[...he'd actually been wondering where she was, okay, time to have a chat.]

Yo, Alani! Just who I was...

[...]

...uh. Are you busy, I guess the question should be.

sewing room

[byday]

[On Monday, Bruce is once again on the hunt for anything he might have missed in the days prior. When he enters the sewing room and notices Alani, he's immediately drawn to what she's doing.]

Alright, you've got me curious about what you're up to.

hallways

[ravagers]

Whatcha got there, Alani?

[ ... what a weird outfit. Bizarre stuff comes out of the vending machine, but that's a little. Extra weird. ]

[avoidcomplications]

[Monday was not a good day for Kira Yoshikage.]

[It was largely spent exactly as the previous days were; in the kitchen and the library for the most parts, with some cursory exploration of the second floor in general.]

[The careful routine was broken later that night shortly after the clock's chiming, which found Kira in the infirmary muttering angrily under his breath; sleeves rolled up, jacket discarded, and cleaning what looked like a bleeding stab wound on his forearm.]

[That's not suspicious at all.]

infirmary

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda is fairly soft on her feet, for the most part. She didn't really plan on being stealthy as she was making her way down the stars and towards the infirmary tonight, but upon getting a certain reply earlier today and seeing that some people got specialty gifts in that room...

Well, it wasn't in the kitchen, so she should look at the infirmary, right?

...

Wait, someone was in here?

She sort of pauses in the door frame, not sure if she's been outed or not yet ]

infirmary;

[alchemicals]

[...Well, that sure does look like Kira doing something interesting for once.

Kimbley is here more or less because the chemistry lab is his jam, so he's spending a lot of time on the second floor; occasionally he'll wander around a bit, though, and so here he is, and here Kira is, and of course he's going to say something.]

So do I want to know what the other guy looks like?

[plegia]

[While the new floor doesn't have anything to offer Gangrel, his dream the night before last was actually incredible and he's still in a good mood on Monday. The first order of business (when he finally gets up properly, around noon) is to wander into the kitchen and just sort of. Wait there. Surely someone will be kind enough to help him get food because he still doesn't like the technology!!

After that he'll make his way to the vending machine, where he'll get some mostly useless stuff. He does pull a goddamn sword out of there (some...how?) and for a moment his eyes light up and he picks the blade up and promptly moves the palm of his left hand across the blade to test its sharpness. Normally that would be an incredibly stupid thing to do, but it's not like Gangrel really cares about cutting his palm open just to test a blade's sharpness.

But since this is a sword that can't cut anything, his palm is fine and he's left looking baffled.]

What. Why.

[Oh my god why can't he have nice things!!!

Later on in the day you can find him in the first aid room, looking through the supplies. He's got several rolls of bandages that he's taking back upstairs with him, but a lot of this stuff just gets a very confused look. If you enter the room he'll turn to you and shake a pill bottle.]

Why are there so many of these?

kitchen

[uncouthhatcher]

[of course he'll cook for gangrel his buddy his pal the guy he plays flaming head it with why wouldn't he

... Seriously though, Gold's coming in to make himself lunch for him and Polibo and ???? You are just standing there, friend. Polibo is likewise curious, though Gold's filled him in on the people he knows by now, so this must be the flaming head it guy based on... the "everything" that Gold talked up about him.]

Something wrong, buddy?

vending machine

[iamthatsea]

[ HI GANGREL DON'T MIND HER JUST WALKING UP IN THE... BODY PORTION OF A GREEN MASCOT COSTUME JESUS CHRIST ]

Is something wrong with it?

vending machine;

[tsugomori]

Hmm... while its disappointing to see another blade that's dull, I'm sure it'd be a shame if you had injured yourself that way.

[ He is just. Saying.

Mikazuki really misses holding his blade though, so he can actually really understand. ]

Maybe if you get a real one you should find some item to use it on instead? Like a vegetable or something?

[alchemicals]

[If Kimbley is bothered by any dreams he may or may not have had this weekend, he's certainly not sharing that news with anyone else; chances are, though, that he isn't - the whole weird thing seems to have had the opposite effect on him. He isn't exactly around much on Sunday, spending most of that day in his room doing god knows what (occasionally disappearing into the storage room to retrieve things, but otherwise being a generally inaccessible asshole), but that seems to change come particularly early Monday morning.

Namely, he's awake at godawful o'clock in the morning and already in the chemistry lab - like, we're talking well before the morning chimes, going through here and taking inventory of absolutely goddamn everything. Once in a while he sets things aside, placing them out on the table in sets like he's going to try to accomplish something eventually but never quite gets there, just because there is so much stuff and Kimbley is overstimulated and life is great right now.

...He is going to be in here literally all day. He is not going to remember to eat. He is going to have absurd amounts of notes all over this table if you let him, all of them pretty much the written equivalent of weird yelling in German. (It does not appear to be translated, for whatever reason; just a bunch of aggressively German notes.)

It's probably worth noting, though, that he seems to have figured out what to do with his hair; it's tied back properly with that massive length of ribbon, and the result...actually looks a fucklot stupider than it did down, but at least he seems happy.

...He'll come out of there eventually, though, primarily to wander through first aid for a brief while; he'll look around for a while before taking some of the goddamn bags of blood and promptly fucking off with them back to the chemistry lab like that isn't one of the more sketch things you'll see today.

He's. He's having a good day.]