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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sewing room

[iaspis]

[She peers into the room curiously.]

Hello Varric. What are you doing?

[neverheardofhim]

[Focused as Varric had been, it was impossible to miss the woman's approach, thankfully saving him from a startled jump of any sort. Instead he glanced over at Jasper, giving her something that... might be close to a smile?]

Trying to figure out how the hell to fix these things [He wriggled his pants about] with this. [And some vague motions toward the sewing machines.]

[iaspis]

[Her head tips.]

...I see. I haven't seen a machine like that before.

[neverheardofhim]

You either? [That managed to draw a laugh from him.] Guess we're both out of our elements, huh?

[iaspis]

Gem "clothing" is melded to our bodies.

There isn't any need.

[she's.... trying?]

[neverheardofhim]

[Well that's... interesting.]

How, uh... How does that work?

[iaspis]

Our physical forms are projections with mass. We aren't flesh and blood.

[neverheardofhim]

Uh... huh.

[Just... blinks at her.]

Is it some form of magic, then?

[iaspis]

[Her head tips.]

That... is a way to think of it, I guess. If it helps.

[neverheardofhim]

Alright. Gem magic. Definitely not weird at all. [He spoke with a grin on his lips.]

Gotta admit, that's better than having to stitch your clothes back together. [He motioned to the task at hand.]

[iaspis]

Yes, I suppose.

But it means there's plenty I don't know. I'm noticing it's a disadvantage here.

[neverheardofhim]

You're not the one who has to stand on a pot in order to get anything done in the kitchen. [Not to mention the lights. Or the elevators. Or sewing machines.]

I might not be a pro at the technology here, but I tell you what. You need any help with human nuance, I'll be your translator.

[iaspis]

[To be fair, she's not the sort to thing less of someone who is tiny, considering there are Gems Varric's size who outrank her.

Still, it's a good point.]

I will ask, in that case.

[neverheardofhim]

Looks like we have ourselves an arrangement then. Though -- [He paused, still grinning.] What is it that I get from you, in that case?

[iaspis]

Is there anything you need?

[neverheardofhim]

[A pair of thick brows knitted together in thought, before lifting up in an amused expression.]

For someone to not laugh when I ask them to grab something off of a high shelf.

[iaspis]

[She smiles, nodding.]

I can do that.

[neverheardofhim]

[And that will net Jasper a grin.]

Sounds like the start of a beautiful friendship.

[iaspis]

I hope so.

[that might be a touch too smug, but]