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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Vending Machine

[matchbreaker]

[ It's been a long, rough day for Elda. Not that she did much - she was late getting out of bed and looks tired for it all as she makes her way to the Vending Machine with her own coins. Hell, she's liable to trip over Bruce or the stuff he's sorting.

Or at least bump into him.

she's a little spacey looking, holding the twenty or so coins she has ]

[byday]

[Of course Bruce is gonna notice that bump, you don't just brush something like that off. He turns to her, and raises an eyebrow.]

You look like you need rest.

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh it's- the torture guy. She smiles at him, brushing herself off and offering an "apology" by way of a little sheepish nod. ]

I've slept too much, I feel. Guess you got some coins too?

[ Let's not stay on the subject of sleep ]

[byday]

That makes one of us.

[He's still somewhat stoic, but at least offers his own nod, before turning his glance back towards the items he's laid out.]

I figured the machine would be worth looking at. I really don't have any use for anything there.

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda just sort of deposits her twenty or so coins on the ground just to free up her hands. She'll put them in short enough.

But for now she looks down at what he has. ]

Oh yeah, let's see--

[ . . .

. . .

Wait.

Huh? She reaches out to pick up and examine the brush ] ]

[byday]

[He watches her with some interest, tucking his hands into his pants pockets.]

Feel free to help yourself.

[matchbreaker]

This is mine.

[ Wordsmith took her brush?! Why would he bother to take her brush?! But the more she looks at it, turns it over... ] James got this for me thirty years ago - he said that I was due for a replacement.

[byday]

[...]

So, he's storing personal items in the machine. That's his game.

1/2

[matchbreaker]

[ James... ]

[matchbreaker]

[ She grips the brush a little harder and shakes her head. ]

Yeah, seems like if this thing's here.

[ But looking at the rest of his stuff: ]

Wonder whose all that is.

[byday]

I'm not sure, but I would wager a guess that most of it might be filler.

[He takes another glance back at the items.]

Unless, of course, somebody's deeply attached to a box of tissues.

[matchbreaker]

You don't find a lot of use for them, Mr. Wayne?

[ Lighten the mood, Elda Marker. You can do that ]

[byday]

I sneeze just like everybody else.

[Contrary to popular belief, Batman sneezes.]

I just figured the items that are in the machine, if they belong to us, would be of some personal significance.

[matchbreaker]

[ She nods, still holding her brush - actually, she puts that in her sweater-vest - and then looks at what else he got.

She nudges the bag ]

You did get a bag out of it.

[ Even if it's pink ]

[byday]

[Pink is a great color.]

That could come in handy. Though, I don't imagine things like the giant tuning fork will serve any purpose other than tacky decoration.

[matchbreaker]

[ Picking up the tuning fork, she shakes it a little ]

Oh yeah, is that was this is? It's used for music, right?

[byday]

That's what they're primarily used for. They have some other minor uses as well, though it's too oversized to do anything practical with it.

[matchbreaker]

[ Swinging it around as if it were a club or something, she does this a few times before tapping the wall with it.

... Whoa, that's some vibration ]

It really is big! Maybe you can hang something on it!

[byday]

...Given yesterday's events, one has to wonder why he's sending us potential weaponry of that size.

[He folds his arms as she swings it about.]

Otherwise, I don't see a reason for us to have it.

[matchbreaker]

[ Yeah, given all those events.

Heh.

She points the tuning fork like a sword at him, smirking a little ]

Do you think someone could kill you with this thing?

[ That said, he has a point. This does make a decent enough club, it is a big pice of metal ]

[byday]

From where you're standing, there are at least 20 different ways I could stop you.

[He keeps his arms folded, watching her intently.]

I'm going to have to say no.

[matchbreaker]

[ And she... laughs. It's forced, to some extent, but she laughs all the same and drops the tuning fork, causing it it loudly clang on the ground ] Sheesh, disarming and torture?! What kinda business are you in?

[ But from her tone, she doesn't really care if he answers or not ]

Well, you did get one thing out of it, but if I'm taking back my brush, want one of whatever I get?

[byday]

The business world is cutthroat, isn't it?

[At the very least, he assumes a more casual stance once she drops the tuning fork.]

I don't need anything in return, but I suppose it'd be nice to see more of what the machine gives out.

[matchbreaker]

[ Right.

That sad, whatever, he's probably Yakuza or mob or something. No skin off her nose.

That sad, let's start putting her her coins on by one and getting her results ]

Well, if you're sure.

[ ... The first few are weird. Wooden dolls, a can of something, -- oh neat, is that a sword? ]

[byday]

[He spends a few moments looking through the results, and his brows lower.]

Broken gun. Sword. Blunt objects. Most of the things the machine is pouring out seem to be useless trinkets, but there are potentially dangerous items scattered in as well.