trusthell | WEEK 3.

WEEK 3
As the second week draws to a close, two more have joined the deceased. Christo and Alani are dead, leaving twenty-six of you remaining.

It may not seem like very many have died, but their absence will certainly be felt.

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...

Just like last week, a door in the stairwell has opened, leading you down further into the building; there are more rooms open to you down there - possibly even one that you'll find personally interesting.

Go ahead and explore all you like; after all, you did well at completing your lessons this past week.

~~APPRENTICES REMAINING: 26~~

APPRENTICES REMAINING: 25

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week three 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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[A smile spread across Varric's lips as Jasper wandered in. Ever since finding the place for himself, he'd had two thoughts -- the drinking contest with Viktor, and introducing Jasper to the wonders of alcohol. As she seated herself, Varric stood, plucking up a mug for her and filling it to the brim. He set it before the woman and stepped back, grin now spanning his entire face.]

A promise is a promise, Muscles.

[She takes the mug cautiously, mostly because food is still a new concept to her, and although she hasn't eaten anything she dislikes so far, food does make her feel a little weird.]

What is this?

[Jasper doesn't sound very bothered, though, and takes a deep drink a moment later.]

It's called beer, and I'm hoping it's going to be the best damn thing you've ever tasted. [From what he gathered, it probably would be, simply by virtue of it being one of the only things she'd tasted. But winning on a technicality was still winning all the same.]

What do you think?

[Like everything else she has tasted, it's a new experience. It's bitter, in a way she wouldn't have expected a drink to be, but it's not unpleasant. Not to her, when every sensation of food is so new.]

This is fantastic!

[...Maybe Quartzes are just easily excitable.]

[Her response earned a rather large grin from the dwarf. He reached for his own mug and held it out to her. After a few seconds he cleared his throat.]

Now this is what we call a toast. Clink your glass against mine, and we'll drink to you enjoying new things.

[She smirks.]

Of course.

[And click her mug against his she does.]

[With a satisfied smirk, Varric drew his mug up to his lips. There wasn't much left in his own, and what was left was downed in his last gulp. Setting his mug on the table for the time being, he wandered back to the bar and began sifting through the bottles.]

If you'd like, we can try something else. New for both of us. [He came away with a new bottle -- labeled with the word 'tequila' and set it between them.]

Tequila?

[There's no way she pronounced that correctly.]

Let's try it.

Some name, Teh-kill-ya. [Don't worry, Jasper, he's in the same boat.] Clever, really.

[Varric plucked up two shot glasses, because at the very least, he's seen something similar. Nevertheless, the two are filled to the brim, and Jasper's spilled some as he handed it to her.]

[Returning to his seat, he picked up his own glass and tilted it her way (spilling some in the process)]

Bottom's up. [And there goes the shot down his throat.]

Yes. It must be a drink from this world. Whatever this world is.

[She drinks it down a little too quickly, and sputters a little when it burns going down.]

Is it supposed to do that?!

[She asks, without specifying.]

[It's all weird and different, the flavor at least, but some things never changed. It burns like liquid fire and pools in his gut, leaving him grinning toothily.]

Yeah I'd say that's... That's pretty normal. [And yet all-together not. He'd have to remember that brand.]

What'd you think?

[She picks up the bottle and stares at it.

...It probably says something ridiculous on it, like "imported from Meheeko"]

It's good.

[The fuck is a Meheeko? This place is weird...]

Very good. [He pushed his glass toward her.] More?

[She grins.]

Yes. Please. That drink is fantastic.

All of this time, I never knew the food of organic like was so amazing.

[Varric reached for the bottle and set to pouring more. As he moved to her glass, he glanced up at the woman, expression fading into skepticism.]

Just take it easy, alright? You might be big, but if you haven't had it before, then we don't know how it's going to hit you. [Can rock-magic people even get drunk?]

I'll take it easy.

[Maybe. She has literally no concept of alcohol, but she doesn't look too bothered by it.

Her face does look faintly more orange than usual, though.]

What manner of drink is this, anyway?

[That'll earn a laugh out of him -- both her face and the question. Mostly because he doesn't understand it.]

Alcohol, remember? It makes you feel good. Most of the time. [Until the morning, if you don't do it right.]

Yes, but-- what is it?

[She waves at the tequila for an example.

...She means she wants to know what it's made of, but hell if she can come out and say that.]

That? That I don't know. [Teh-kill-ya was just as unfamiliar concept to him as it was to her. Though if he had to guess, he figured it had something to do with Ah-Gave. But he wouldn't fill her head with potential untruths -- better to stick with what he knew.]

This stuff. [He motioned to the mug of beer.] That's called beer. Made of distilled and fermented grains, or something like that.

Fermented?

[....huh]

You organic beings are much stronger than Homeworld seems to realize.

Yeah, it's uh... [A snort.] You know, for all my drinking it, I barely understand how most if it is made. Tend to just leave it to the experts.

[He tilted his head slightly.]

I don't think this is the first time you've talked about this Homeworld place. What is it?

Homeworld is the seat of the Gem empire. It's also a way to refer to the Diamond's order collectively.

And the Diamond order is...? [Don't mind him, he's slipping his notebook down and getting to work.]

The rules that the Diamonds put in place for Gem culture.

[She says this like it's the most obvious thing in the world.]

So... are diamonds what you'd call kings and queens where you're from?

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