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!]

Comments

[iaspis]

[...That sure is an ice cream sandwich being lobbed at Jasper's head. Somehow. Elda has a good aim!

Not that she actually knows what ice cream is, but she does know that whatever's in the package is cold. It drops to the ground with a heavy splat and she stoops down to pick it up, staring at the now very broken ice cream sandwich with a sort of bored interest.]

What is this?

[....apparently she's not bothered by the ice cream assault]

[matchbreaker]

Dunno!

[ She's being overly up beat on purpose at this point, to get over or at least pointedly try to ignore her morose feelings swirling in her soul. She notably also has an energy drink can in her arms so uh - lucky she didn't throw that?! ]

Some sort of cold food. I can't eat it, so I figured you might wanna try it.

[iaspis]

[She looks it over curiously.]

It looks like some sort of animal.

[...so obviously she's just going to open the package to peer at it. It looks ridiculously small in her hands.

She hesitates, because food is still strange to her, before cautiously taking a bite of it.]

...It's cold.

[very helpful, jasper]

[matchbreaker]

Yeah, I could feel that.

[ ... Maybe aliens don't taste human food either.

That'd be too bad, but hey, no skin off her nose ]

[iaspis]

[She's still eating it, albeit cautiously. Human food is still new to her.]

It's... sweet? It tastes as sweet as those circles from the gathering.

[She means the cookies.]

[matchbreaker]

Oh yeah? [ She nods ] I think I remember sugar from when I was a little girl... one of my uncles said it was a new exciting thing. [ She doesn't like sweet blood though.

So she shrugs, pleased to live through her reactions ]

[iaspis]

This looks like something that would melt.

I wonder how it stays cold in that machine.

[matchbreaker]

Oh, good point!

[ Huh... mmmhmm... ]

[iaspis]

Maybe he has a way of keeping it cold.

[She stares at how much Elda is carrying right now, frowning.]

I wonder how he does it, anyway.

[matchbreaker]

Well a lot of those vending machines do... but t's not like some of the other stuff I've gotten is cold.

[ To be fair she's kinda wrapped a lot of it in on itself. Way too much for small arms to carry just in terms of awkward sizing ]

[iaspis]

I wonder how the machine works...

Maybe I'll ask the Wordsmith.

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh right- ]

You've been calling him?

[iaspis]

I've been considering writing to him.

[She probably won't call because it would be a lot of yelling.]

[matchbreaker]

Oh okay. Then yeah, go for it, girl!

[ Patting her...

... Sides.

She can't reach a shoulder or head or anything ]

[iaspis]

I don't know how useful he'll be; he seems the sort to deliberately keep secrets.

But that machine doesn't seem like it would be an interesting secret to keep, I don't think.

[matchbreaker]

Yeah, unless it's a lot more future-y than a lot of the stuff in here looks. But you're an alien, so.

[iaspis]

It might be.

Gem technology is very advanced, but I don't know everything.

[She's like a high-ranking officer, not an engineer.]

[matchbreaker]

Oh yeah? That's too bad.

[ Sheesh, don't even know your own technology! she doesn't know what a TV is ]

Either way looks like there's a lot of everything in there.

[iaspis]

It does.

It makes me wonder how many more rooms there are, hidden in this place. I don't know much about human "universities", but this looks like a strange assortment of rooms so far.

I wouldn't be surprised if the Wordsmith knows more about advanced technology than I.

[matchbreaker]

[ She immediately thinks something to the effect of "some space alien you are" but holds back from saying it. ]

Yeah? Or it's some sort of magic, who even knows.

[iaspis]

[Don't be rude, Elda. She's a soldier, not a nerd.]

That is also possible.

[matchbreaker]

[ SPACE ALIENS ARE NERDS... ]

Well, whatever. Not like we know anything now. You enjoy that-- Oh wait, did you get any coins and pop 'em in? What'd you get?

[ They did talk it a little but might as well see if anything was useful... ]

[iaspis]

I did.

[........]

Where do you think they came from? I doubt the Wordsmith left his post to give them to us himself.

[matchbreaker]

I dunno, maybe he's invisible. But then I would've smelled 'em.

[iaspis]

That might explain why we haven't found him, but he can't hide forever.

[......]

Would you really be able to smell him if he was invisible?