WEEK 3.

[trustwellness]

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!]

Comments

[sportadork]

You don't really feel that way, do you? [THIS EXPLAINS SO MUCH about everything bruce is]

[byday]

It's more or less accurate.

[sportadork]

[OH NO THAT'S SO SAD...]

Bruce, you are not in any way responsible for their deaths. [said with quite a degree of confidence.] The person that killed them is.

[and then, a bit quieter]

How old were you when this happened? [because he's guesstimating pretty young]

[byday]

Eight years old.

[sportadork]

[wow. that's. young.]

There is no way a child so young is responsible for anything.

[pause] I would like to say... You are very strong, for living through such a terrible thing and still becoming the sort of man you are today.

[byday]

Thank you, Sportacus.

[He nods, still up against the wall.]

Even so, we should focus our attention on other things right now.

[sportadork]

How someone feels is worth paying attention to. [y'know. in case you were unaware.]

[byday]

This situation is a lot more dire than my feelings.

[sportadork]

People can worry about more than one thing at a time.

[byday]

I think it's pretty obvious that I try not to preoccupy myself. Right now, I'm more interested in how the Wordsmith is acquiring this information in the first place.

[sportadork]

I will be preoccupied for you, then.

[thinks...]

Maybe he asked us.

[byday]

[wow dude]

I'd never give anything to him. Believe me.

[sportadork]

I didn't say it was given. [more like y'know. taken.]

[byday]

Then how do you suppose he got it?

[sportadork]

There's lots of ways you can get people to tell you things. They're just usually not very nice.

But, as I have said, the Wordsmith does not seem to be a very nice person.

[byday]

...Are you implying that he might have tortured us?

[sportadork]

That's one of the not very nice ways, yes. If he has magic, there are potions and spells that can get people to tell the truth without hurting them... But, he might not have any.

[byday]

...I'm inclined to believe that he might have some sort of magic behind him, but torture seems more his speed.

[sportadork]

I think so, too... Of course, he could do both.

... It would also explain why our memories aren't working right.

[byday]

The question is why he'd have to resort to torture, then.

[sportadork]

That, I have no ideas about. [and he's rather glad he doesn't.]

[byday]

Something we'll just have to think about, then.