WEEK 5.

[trustwellness]

WEEK 5 Angela Ziegler, Nicholas Wilde, and Judy Hopps were all punished. Zolf J Kimbley was killed and Gold was executed. Five deaths in one week, the most you've seen so far. Will this ever end? Your number is rapidly dropping. 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... Those checking to see whether another door in the stairwells leading downward have been opened will see that once again, you've been rewarded with a new floor; perhaps it's a shame that so many people had to die in order for you to receive it. Or perhaps it's a blessing from a certain point of view, given what almost happened on Thursday night; after all, your number could be much, much lower. APPRENTICES REMAINING: 18

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[OOC: Welcome to week five 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!

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Comments

kitchen

[byday]

...Make sure that doesn't drip down on to anyone.

[Bruce is really concerned about that giant ceiling apple.]

[sportadork]

A little paint never hurt anyone!

[thought: if Bruce got paint on his clothes, he would be very upset.

additional thought: it would, however, be very funny.]

[byday]

If it drips down and gets on any of the food, it could.

[don't fucking do that shit]

[sportadork]

[good thing he's up here sistine chapel-ing it up bc damn if he didn't just roll his eyes. good-naturedly, of course.

Six year olds know not to eat food with paint on it, Bruce. [... mostly] I think we will survive.

[byday]

Given how you thought that strange fruit that came out of the vending machine was safe to eat, I'm not sure what the others' standards are.

[sport you're like a six year old]

[sportadork]

It was safe! It just didn't taste very good.

[he looks down, grinning.]

Would you like to paint something? I think you'd be very good at it.

[byday]

As long as it's not on the ceiling.

[a begrudging smirk.]

[sportadork]

The walls are just as good!

[he crouches down and holds out the paintbrush to Bruce. there's, like, literally a pile of tubes of paint next to him so just. go hog wild. let your batmagination soar.]

[byday]

[...right. creativity. he's just gonna stare at that brush like it's the penguin pointing an umbrella right at him.]

What should I paint?

[sportadork]

Something you like? Or someone you like, maybe. Anything that comes to mind!

[batmagination]

[byday]

[...okay. fine. he can work with this.

he paints a bunch of goddamn dollar signs on the wall. that's it. that's what bruce likes.]

[sportadork]

[gives him the flattest fucking expression ever]

They're very nice, Stingy. [does this burn even work out of context.] Are you sure that's all you want to draw?

[byday]

[well bruce is not a horrifying puppetman at least]

You told me to draw something I like.

[sportadork]

Something you really like.

[byday]

[he paints the word "taxes". before drawing a red "no" symbol around it.]

[sportadork]

[just. grins. shakes his head.]

Okay. What if we tried the "someone" thing?

[byday]

I drew something I very much enjoyed, Sportacus.

...I don't suppose you'd have any suggestions?

[sportadork]

Hm... A friend, maybe? [he's being cautious and not assuming bruce has more than one.] I drew lots of mine!

[gestures at. some colorful stick figures a little whiles away.]

[byday]

[well, okay. he'll do that. with a nod, he begins painting something that's a lot more...distinct-looking than a stick figure.

...who is this dude?]

[sportadork]

[huh.]

I like his hat! [must. encourage good behavior.]

[byday]

He's the owner of a local nightclub back home.

[also a piece of shit]

The man always wears that stupid thing.

[sportadork]

... I did suggest that you draw a friend. [you

have. at least one? please?]

[byday]

I didn't realize that it had to be somebody I get along with.

[sportadork]

It doesn't have to be, but you might... enjoy it more? To think about someone you care for?

[byday]

[...okay, so. with a slight smirk, bruce sets to work on another drawing.

he finishes drawing, and it seems there is a common thread of him knowing a lot of people in suits.]