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

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[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!]

Comments

mail room or near it

[matchbreaker]

... Kimihiro. You look ill.

[ Elda is putting a pen into an envelope, right now. It's... not going very well, it only barely fits. But she's in here when the young man walks by. Oops.

Also such helpful. ]

[foundfate]

[That sure is a full envelope. He definitely notices it, which is surprising because given how listless he's been all day he hasn't noticed too much of anything as far as small details go.]

Mmm, just tired. What are you up to? Writing to the dead?

[matchbreaker]

[ MAN, GETTING THIS FUCKING PEN IN IS HARD... Sigh. ]

This one is Viktor's. His and Phi's are the last I'm sending out.

[foundfate]

Oh. You must have had a lot to say to him.

[matchbreaker]

No, not really.

[ YE P ]

[foundfate]

Then why is the envelope about to explode?

[matchbreaker]

I'm trying [ OOF ] To fit something inside here.

Anyway, what of you?

[foundfate]

Well I was going to write to someone, but do you need help with that?

[He might as well help someone out, it's better than moping.]

[matchbreaker]

No, no, you needn't worry about me.

[ . . . ] If anything, you should have that girlfriend of yours snuggle up with you. You look like death.

[foundfate]

[Well that gets a reaction out of him.]

I'm fine, I don't need snuggles to feel better.

[...he might still ask about that though. He does like hugging Orihime a lot.]

[matchbreaker]

Bean sprout, if there were shame in running to your lover for comfort, the embarrassment would have been deeper through my heart than any stake.

[ She laughs at this, her evil old lady laugh. ]

[foundfate]

[You dumb old lady you!!!]

SOME OF US have work to do and can't spend all day hugging people!

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Hmmm.

In a movement which si far too agile for how small she is, betraying how inhuman Elda Marker truly is, Elda has suddenly dropped the note and moved the few feet between her and Watanuki in a flash. She then pokes a claw out to touch his stomach, to give him a very light, very gentle shove. ]

A light breeze could blow you over right now.

[foundfate]

[Both the shock of the sudden movement and the actual shoving itself make Watanuki yelp out in surprise and jump back. He probably would have fallen over too, he looks a little wobbly as he moves.]

Don't do that! Scaring someone like that definitely isn't a 'light breeze'!

[matchbreaker]

But it is!

[ In fact, she evil old lady laughs at this, making no more moves closer to him, but... ]

Go. Rest. You're in no position to judge me or investigate or anything. Your blood wouldn't even taste good, now.

[foundfate]

I thought my blood wouldn't taste good to you anyway.

[matchbreaker]

For a different reason. You look anemic, that always makes the taste bad.

[foundfate]

Well I guess it's a good thing you're not drinking my blood anyway then.

And for the record, you're supposed to eat food when you're anemic, not sleep.

[matchbreaker]

Then go do that and then smush your face in the redhead's tas and buck up. If you're so concerned about being busy, be ready for tomorrow.

[foundfate]

But eating and staying in bed is a waste of time! Time that we don't really have to spare.

[And there we go: he just doesn't want to be useless.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Che.

She point the claw at this face ]

You're not special, Kimihiro. There was a day I did nothing but smash up the chapel all day, a day where Hanyuu got drunk all day. I'm sure there've been days where Sportacus has done nothing but do flips and eat fruit.

[foundfate]

That's different!

[It's not, really.]

What if I waste a day, and then because of that we don't find a way out in time, and someone else dies? There's already so few of us left here!

[matchbreaker]

That's not different.

[ She shakes her head ]

Now, seriously, go take comfort in her body heat. Or tell someone who you're comfortable with what you remembered. Or hell, both.

[ She assumes that he isn't comfortable telling her. ]

[foundfate]

[He'll tell her part of it, since it's relevant to her. Sort of.]

I'm sure my more normal friends don't want to hear about how I stopped myself from aging.

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Oh. ]

... You can do that?