Trustfell 4: Trust Fall or Die Hard (
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WEEK 6.
With the deaths of Viktor Nikiforov, Varric Tethras, and Killia, you're down to half of your original number. There's only fifteen of you left. How much longer before your number drops again? 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... Of course, that doesn't mean that you've gained nothing else among the many, many losses you've faced; it seems that another floor has been made available to you for surviving another week. Congratulations and well done, even if you might not necessarily appreciate the reward. |
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week six 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!]
WEDNESDAY
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That said, let's try to run the day somewhat normally! First things first, let's go to the vending machine and get out a lotta stuff! Some of it's cool, some of it's weird... Like that Viktor cut out. She doesn't mind that even if it's weird. However, it's that suspiciously large syringe she's looking with with surprise and reverence.
That said, this also makes her note that she has too much stuff. She's seen some people do yard sale things, and so she's going to do the same! ... Sort of! Sitting in the hall outside of the Incinerator which she's also fired up, Elda has all of this stuff laid out. And she's written a little sign that says: ]
COME TAKE SOMETHING, EXCESS WILL BE INCINERATED
[ So if you want any of this junk, please come take it! Or try to talk her out of burning this stuff? Either way, this is going to eat up a lot of her day, she she also brought a book to read. Though much later in the day when those items are either saved or burned, Elda is going to the music room. She's going to the piano, still wearing the stupid mascot costume. This... makes it a lot harder to play the piano, but she's trying.
She was classically trained it hundreds of years ago, but it's been a while. She seems to be trying to reconnect with this until she gets tired and heads back up to the rooms. At least she'll finally get out of this dumb costume. ]
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You can play this if you have one of those video game systems, you know.
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... What even is it?
[ She does have a video game system! She tries to play pagan dance sometimes ]
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But!! There are two very valuable items in there that he'll be picking up immediately!!]
Why would you want to burn perfectly good swords!?
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Well, one of them is useless and the other's just wooden. Regardless, I'll take them off your hands!
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[ She is a proper lady and she doesn't use swords. ... Ignore the whole smashing the chapel with a war hammer the other day. That said, she blinks and waves a hand ]
So go on, feel free to take 'em.
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What sort of outfit is that?
[Hi Elda, she's never seen anything so ridiculous-looking before.]
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[ She hates the damn mascot suit! ... She doesn't mind the cate ears, per se. That said, her cheeks color. ]
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Incin.
nope.]
A rock? I think the machine might have hit a new low.
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[ Even if it is, you know, a rock. ]
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You know, since you don't eat food, I'd be happy to take it all. Some of that stuff looks good.
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tbh feel free to assume that there's some stuff from her discarded list there as well which wasn't claimed if you want the comedy of a stale black croissant or something](no subject)
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... Wouldn't it be easier to play it wearing something else?
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[ She growls this out, hitting about five keys at once before she sighs and actually turns to look at Mikazuki. Hello. ]
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Oh. Um. Vanille pales a little when she sees Elda, and while she wants to turn and leave, uh... maybe that'd make things worse? So she pretends like she's examining one of the drums very carefully. Totally natural. ]
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In the afternoon, she can be found in the kitchen cooking... something. Whatever it is doesn't look entirely edible, and most of the cold-cuts and and unholy amount of mustard is being used to make it.
And in the evening, she can be found in the chemistry lab, once again sorting through the various dangerous chemicals.]
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But he can't just keep avoiding her forever. He should at least try, right?]
What are you making?
[...He doesn't make an effort to move into the kitchen; if she doesn't want him there, he can still leave. But it's a start.]
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Dear lord, what is that. ]
Ah, feeling hungry?
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Jasper? Do you need some help?
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PAGING CHALKBOARD GHOST
...so he'll just... look over his stuff over breakfast in the dining room, because there's lots of layers here. Like, the fucking cardboard cutout? What does he even do with a cardboard cutout of a dead man. I mean, aside from put it somewhere that isn't staring at him while he eats. At least there's no mapo tofu here, god damn.
...he's looking at the VHS tape almost less because it's suspicious as fuck and more because... uh...]
...what an ancient friggin' relic. Tapus on toast.
[...so with breakfast eaten, he just... finds himself trying to figure out the day here. He's not really sure what he wants to do. He doesn't like board games, and man, is he ever missing vidya games. What he wouldn't do to have one of the Wii Us pop out of the machine... so, well, he does end up heading to the music room, where he just kind of... fiddles around. Not with fiddles, mind, but he more or less plays around with piano chords in the fashion of someone who likes to listen to music and has some understanding of the theory but has never actually taken a lesson in his fucking life.
Later on in the day, given the meeting yesterday, he kind of wants to check in with Noir, so he'll head on over to the conference room and begin writing on the chalkboard.]
yo noir what's up. it's your boy guzma.
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[Since he promised to help Guzma learn to cook, of course he's around. But it looks like Guzma already ate, so they might have to hold off until lunch.]
I mean, sure, DVDs are out now, but plenty of people still use tapes.
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...Did that really come out of the machine?
[She's just pointing right at that cardboard cutout because yo, what the fuck.]
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HI, GUZMA.
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dining room i can't not
What...? Even these, no...! They're the height of technology, back home, but even they become obsolete...?!
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