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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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?

[plentyfriendly]

Yep.

[That's right, he's a writer. There's a part of this he might be intereseted in.]

There was a weird story involved, if you want to hear it.

[neverheardofhim]

[Listening to someone else's story rather than replaying his own over and over again seemed as good of a distraction as any. He nodded to indicate his interest, expression already easing out of its more troubled state.]

Whenever you're ready.

[plentyfriendly]

It went something like this...

"Seventeen years ago, on a rainy morning, a woman went jogging in a large park. Her usual route led her to a fork in the road. Normally she’d run down the right path. But for some reason, this day she chose the left. Along the way, she bumped into a senior citizen she saw every day. Surprised to see her, they asked, ‘Why did you come this way today?’ This was her reply: ‘Because there was a snail.’"

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric furrowed his brows.]

Is this some kind of riddle? [Who has memories in the form of riddles. This is weird.]

[plentyfriendly]

[She continues; that was a good natural break in the story.]

"Her body was discovered a few hours later. Murdered.

[Did you think this was going to be a happy story?]

They found her in some bushes along the left path."

As for whether it's a riddle or not, I was hoping you could tell me.

[neverheardofhim]

So... a snail killed her? [Given his mood, his "joke" only managed to stir up the faintest of smiles on his own lips.]

Was it someone you recognized? Either of them, really. The woman or the senior -- not the snail.

[plentyfriendly]

Honestly, I don't have a clue who or what Zero was talking about when he said that.

[neverheardofhim]

[He quirked a brow, curiosity plain on his face.]

Zero?

[plentyfriendly]

Some guy wearing all black and what looked like a plague doctor's mask. Haven't seen him except on a screen.

[neverheardofhim]

Sounds like a real scumbag. [Varric's eyes drifted upward, toward one the PA system.] A little like someone I know of, really.

[plentyfriendly]

More than you might think.

[Guess what he did, go on.]

[neverheardofhim]

[Oh boy...]

I'm guessing the Wordsmith isn't the first elusive kidnapper you've met.

[plentyfriendly]

Not even close.

[neverheardofhim]

[His face fell. He reached out, then hesitated and dropped his hand. So far, he hadn't gotten the "appreciates affection" vibe from her.]

I'm sorry to hear that.

[plentyfriendly]

Don't be, it's not that bad.

[Maybe you'll hear more about that later.]

[neverheardofhim]

Well... if you remember anything else, or if you need to talk about it, you know where to find me. [His gaze drifted to the floor after a long moment.]

I guess that means I wasn't the only one with an unpleasant memory being kicked up.

[plentyfriendly]

I don't think the two of us are the only two, either.

[And these two might not even be the worst of the batch!]

[neverheardofhim]

[His is pretty bad... but then again, that's a personal opinion.]

Another part of the game, I guess. [He shot another glare up toward the ceiling.]

[plentyfriendly]

Maybe. The Decision Game Zero was running seems to be more about not being able to keep memories more than remembering things, but this is different enough...

[neverheardofhim]

[Now Varric's brows drew together, and he gave Phi a scrutinizing look.]

There's no chance that this Zero guy is behind all this here, right?

[plentyfriendly]

That's not possible. He doesn't sound like the Wordsmith or any of us.

[Just watch as he turns out to be someone else voiced by DC Douglas.]

[neverheardofhim]

[Placing bets now.]

That just means there's more than one sadistic asshole out there, then. [Varric... isn't sure how he felt about that.]

[plentyfriendly]

[There's not nearly enough tech or zombies here for it to be Wesker, though. There will be no complete. global. saturation.]

I'm not counting out philosophical extremist just yet.

[neverheardofhim]

[Unless that's what the shadow monster is doing with the all the bodies. You never know.]

Philosophical extremist? [He quirked a brow.] Explain your logic.