WEEK 7.

[trustwellness]

WEEK 7 Oerba Dia Vanille, Phi, and Gangrel have joined the deceased, dropping your number even further. This is the second week that the death toll has risen by three, just by way of murder alone. With well over half of your number deceased, how much longer can this go on? 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... As before, it seems that door at the bottom of the stairwell has been unlocked, allowing you to descend even further into the depths of the university; perhaps the new floor holds something promising for you. Or perhaps you'll "christen" this one with another murder. Given the current pattern, that probably wouldn't be a surprise. APPRENTICES REMAINING: 12

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week seven 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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THURSDAY

[trustwellness]

PAGING CHALKBOARD GHOST

[acherontiastyx]

[Well. That was kind of a mess last night, although it was a mostly fun mess outside of some awkward almost confessions. But anyway, today he's gonna head on down to the conference room to see if he can get some answers. so, the usual greeting:]

yo noir. what up. it's ya boy guzma.

[Right. So, after that, he's gonna head to the dojo to... throw some fucking yarn balls at his Pokemon, because holy shit, that was really fun when he was playing with Lusamine and all of them want to do it again.

...but anyway, after dinner, he and Silver can be found in the chemistry lab... fucking around with dry ice. Want some flash-frozen bananas and strawberries? They're having fun here.]

(Chem lab replies will be hit by both Guzma and Silver!)

[trustwellness]

[It will take Noir a moment, but - ]

HELLO, GUZMA.

[acherontiastyx]

so uh. today's kind of business, sorry.

first off did you hear the news over there. we sent some letters but we don't know if the fuckface in charge of this messed with things.

[trustwellness]

WE'VE HEARD.

[acherontiastyx]

okay, good. "good."

...honestly i'm pretty sure someone's gonna turn up dead tomorrow. that's just how things are around here. so you probably don't have to worry about annihilation.

[trustwellness]

I'M NOT PARTICULARLY WORRIED. THE OTHERS LIKELY ARE, BUT THEY'RE DOING WHAT THEY CAN TO PREPARE FOR THE WORST, I THINK.

[acherontiastyx]

yeah honestly with that crew if something ends up going wrong i think they could probably end up punching whatever it is in the face and coming out on top. so it's probably gonna be fine either way.

i do kinda have another question for you though.

[trustwellness]

WHAT SORT OF QUESTION?

[acherontiastyx]

...so we got a ballroom this week and i found a hidey-hole in the back. it had a bunch of fantasy books and sketchbooks and a blanket nest.

...

i'm sorry if that's your shit. my ariados liked the blanket nest if that helps at all.

[trustwellness]

OH.

[There are a couple of little doodles that follow that, just to indicate that the board hasn't been abandoned, because there's a hell of a pause.]

THAT WASN'T EXACTLY A QUESTION.

[acherontiastyx]

i was gonna ask the question at the end but i think i wanted to apologize first. i guess "is that yours."

[trustwellness]

[...]

YOUR ARIADOS CAN USE IT ALL HE (SHE?) WANTS. I DON'T MIND.

[acherontiastyx]

he will definitely appreciate that my friend. so. yeah. sorry about that.

[...]

so like... do you know a ziska? is that your real name?

[trustwellness]

WHAT...?

IT ISN'T MY REAL NAME, NO. WHERE DID YOU GET THAT NAME FROM?

[acherontiastyx]

oh holy shit really? that's fucking weird. there was a blank notebook beneath all your stuff with the name ziska written in the front of it.

[trustwellness]

I DIDN'T SAY I DON'T KNOW WHO IT IS. JUST THAT IT'S NOT ME.

IT'S A FRIEND I USED TO WRITE TO FROM TIME TO TIME.

[acherontiastyx]

oh, okay. that makes a lot more sense i guess. you meet her here through some weird convoluted mailslot shit or is she a friend from home.

[trustwellness]

SHE'S A FRIEND FROM HOME.

[acherontiastyx]

oh, okay.

well this has been kind of weird. you wanna talk about something else, like pokemon

[trustwellness]

I DON'T MIND WEIRD. IT'D BE MORE WORRYING IF NONE OF YOU HAD WEIRD QUESTIONS BY NOW, REALLY, JUST LOOK AT THIS DAMN PLACE.

BUT I WOULDN'T MIND TALKING ABOUT POKEMON IF YOU WANT.

[acherontiastyx]

okay yeah, that's a good point. there's some weirdo shadow monster in the walls and we got kidnapped by some guy with an emotional torture fetish.

but anyway. yeah. what's your favorite.

[trustwellness]

I LIKE CHIKORITA A LOT. THEY'RE REALLY CUTE, EVEN IF I THINK I WOULDN'T BE VERY GOOD AT RAISING ANYTHING LIKE THAT.

YOU?

[acherontiastyx]

heh yeah if you had chikorita i'd beat you in a second. my favorite's golisopod.

INVESTIGATION

[introspects]

[ what a fun night last night was! today, though, it's time to get to work. if she can find out anything and help anyone before anything bad happens tonight, then she's already off to a good start.

she's going to start off in the dining room on the first floor. nobody's investigated there, so she figures that it'll be her starting point. ]