WEEK 8.

[trustwellness]

WEEK 8 Orihime Inoue and Mikazuki Munechika are dead thanks to the Wordsmith's motive. While only two have died this past week, it feels much emptier around here now. There's only ten of you left. There's so few of you now. 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... Unfortunately, regardless of how well you may or may not have done this week, it seems that there's nothing else for you here. No new floors have opened up below the seventh; it looks like for now, that truly is all. Perhaps it's a good sign. Perhaps it's one of the worst yet. Only time will tell. APPRENTICES REMAINING: 10 APPRENTICES REMAINING: 8

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY | SATURDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week eight 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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SUNDAY

[trustwellness]

Chalkboard Ghost if that's allowed

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda's dream today was less confusing than the one yesterday, because it added a lot of context to her, filling in some gaps as well as clarifying to her about someone who had been there i na few memories, but she wasn't sure who he was. But when she sits up and then later walks out of Room 20 with her hair all fixed up and such, she's still not sure how to feel about it.

In a way, the beady eyes she has in her mind make a lot of sense, and she... can't complain, not really. But on the other hand... Well. She goes quickly to the mailroom, and is frustrated when there isn't any new letters from the dead. Could they still be there...? Groaning, the woman then makes her way down t the bottom floor and feels around by the bottom of the staircase, near the elevator.

... No new floor.

Really?

Once all that is done, Elda goes back to the Conference Room to try writing to Noir: ]

Noir, are you and ours still there?

[ Regardless of if she gets a response there or not (though it will affect her mood further) Elda can be seen towards the tail end of her day sitting cross-legged in the Foyer sort of glaring at the clock while she tries to sketch a certain young man from memory. not that most of her sketches won't also include Karin I just was having a hard time finding quality colored manga shots of him which didn't include her oops ... She can't seem to get the hair or the eyes quite right, or at least, you might assume that given the number of discarded sketches or how much she's erasing his face and trying again. Ugh. She might even throw a crumpled up piece of paper at your head in frustration. ]

[trustwellness]

[No response today.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Well, shit. ]

foyer

[feistytrader]

[...Silver... Seems to be in quite a rush as he enters the Foyer, and heads up to Elda immediately upon spotting her.]

I need to talk to you.

[Well, that sounds like fun.]

foyer

[iaspis]

That's a good drawing. Is he someone else you know?

foyer

[oyashiromama]

[oh no elda don't throw anything- Hanyuu takes a step back to dodge the piece of paper.]

G- good afternoon...?

[acherontiastyx]

[...right. So, you know... it's kind of surprising to get the exact memory you needed to hear, even if your dumb issues are still getting in the way of actually appreciating that kind of thing. He actually... doesn't feel terrible about himself now, because it felt like things finally clicked. Was he just... sort of subconsciously remembering what Hala was getting at? ...was that even what he actually meant?

Either way, he is actually in the kitchen at a reasonable time trying to make a breakfast that doesn't consist of off-brand Pop tarts and actually resembles something healthy.

...so... eggs. Eggs seem alright. They end up kind of burnt, but... it works out okay. Yeah. Things are looking up.

...ANYWAY. Time to head down to the seventh floor to see if...

...

Okay. Whatever. So he'll just head up to the sixth floor library, opens Ziska's sketchbook, and begins to write.]

yo. is ziska there? this is... someone you don't know.

[alright. whatever goes on there, he's gonna head up to the art room, where he seems to be writing some letters and occasionally doodling in them with some of the nice markers and colored pencils and whatever. He's not doing it solemnly, at least, though he's probably going to try and cover them up with a sheet of generic doodles if anyone comes in.]

[trustwellness]

[The handwriting that appears in the book is bubbly and cute. It appears one letter at a time, as though someone's writing it.]

Hi! This is Ziska! Who are you?

kitchen

[feistytrader]

[Those aren't eggs, they're a damn travesty.]

...Do you want, uh, not burnt eggs?

kitchen

[firstaid]

[Estelle's in the kitchen trying to make... something and by the fact that there's smoke coming out of her pan and her expression that just shows she's completely out of it, well, she's not in a good place right now.

She's trying to not worry others, but by being out and about, she might be doing the exact opposite.

In fact, she doesn't even acknowledge Guzma in the kitchen, which is rather out of character for an attentive and friendly girl like her.]

EY YO NOIR

[feistytrader]

[...His dreams, like usual, are filled with a lot of strange things, but this one is very different from most of his dreams until now. All of the last ones together took place over two weeks. Maybe three. This one is months, and it's disorienting as hell to wake up after something like that.

But more than that, it's a reminder of something he had and doesn't anymore. He gets up, fixes something together quickly in the kitchen and checks for a new floor... And once he finds none- and no new letters, for that matter- he changes his plans quickly and spends a good amount of the day in the sewing room. He's got a couple of the maidenly carry on bags, and he seems to be adjusting them for some reason.

After that, it's off to the shooting range, where he... Has a pistol, actually. One of the ones from the machine. He has no idea how to use this thing- other than don't point the shooty side at yourself- but he sure as hell intends to find out. Then it's off to the dojo to train some more, and once he's gotten out most of his restless energy it's off to the conference room to try to talk to Noir again.]

Hey. I'm checking in to make sure you didn't get eaten by the shadow thing.

[His final trip- and where he'll be for most of the night, really- is the chem lab, where he's going to keep working on making as many of those ice bombs as he can. Who the hell needs sleep?]

[trustwellness]

[No response today.]

[foundfate]

[It's a good thing he decided to sleep alone from now on. There's no way in hell he would have been able to explain any of this without taking time to regroup and figure out just what to do and how to act.

His first stop of the morning is to Gold's room, to go bother Silver about something. Because he needs a second opinion before he goes about his day.

After that, he can be found at the incinerator, burning a bunch of letters. Then in the mailroom grabbing more paper to write things before heading back to his own room for a bit.

After letter shenanigans are done, most of the rest of his day is spent with a sketchbook and a pencil in hand, going through the first couple floors of the building and sketching out something. It's hard to tell exactly what he's doing, but it looks like it might be a rough map of some sort. Except as the day goes on he keeps going back to things he already drew and making changes to them, frowning as he does so. Whatever he's working on, he seems stuck on it. A helping hand might be good?]

gold's room

[feistytrader]

[...It takes him a moment to get up and open the door, and he looks a little disoriented when he does so.]

Hey, Kibo.

[Good, morning... Uh. If he got months, how many years did Watanuki get?]

Incinerator

[firstaid]

[....that's not quite what she expected of Watanuki. To be burning what looks like letters.]

Are... you okay, Watanuki?

[Says a girl who looks like hell right now.]

FIRST COUPLE FLOORS OF THE BUILDING

[oyashiromama]

[She's been worried about Watanuki for the last few days. She expected that she'd have to go visit him again, and she makes to do so, but...

Instead, she runs into him in the foyer, sketching and re-sketching.]

Kimihiro...? What is it that you're...?

Pokemon Sun and Moon spoilers

[elepe]

["I am alive!
Cosmog is alive!
We are not things for you to collect!"

...You know, this memory feels like the most jarring damn thing. For one, how did those children even wind up in the Ultra Space? It was truly odd, but...all the same, somehow, looking at that girl...no. Her daughter--she'd called her out on that fact, and...Lusamine felt nothing there. Maybe irritation, but it felt like it melded with the entire situation, and--

Why did the dream stop when she sent Nihilego out to fuse with her? She didn't close her eyes, but before the creature even touched her, she...that's...is that what Guzma meant, when he said "after I get out"...

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Lusamine is not having a good day today. She wakes up in a cold sweat, and that Kira effigy is currently taking the brunt of it as she spends her time tearing it to pieces with the throwing knives. She really, really feels something catching up to her, and it's not good. It's not good at all. If that dream really was true...was she in any better position than Gangrel, or some of the others?

Lusamine spends most of the day in Room 14, pacing around her room in a panic. She's got more energy than she really needs to today, and it's not looking good for her. In fact, it's actually looking pretty horrible. She may be a bit if someone tries to knock for her, but...well, feel free to try your luck at least.

It's much later in the evening that Lusamine tentatively comes out, and she winds up going to the Chemistry Lab and simply sitting in there. No notebook, no Pokemon. It's a little too quiet for her liking, really, but...the place is familiar in a way that brings something resembling peace to Lusamine. She kind of needs it, at this point.]

chem lab

[feistytrader]

[Lusamine's got some company today, as Silver is still out to make a truckload of those cyrobombs. He's sure to give her her space, at least- as is Weavile, who's playing with one of the caterpillar toys from the vending machine- but he does eventually pause what he's doing to look at her, and almost immediately ask-]

Hey, are you alright?

room 14

[firstaid]

[Estelle is there at Lusamine's door and knocks on it.

She has Mismagius' Pokeball in her hand if she opens the door to greet her.]

Room 14

[matchbreaker]

[ She's not seen Lusamine around very much! So the natural solution is to go and knock on her door. Or well "knock" - she kind of kocks once and then just tries the door in typical Elda fashion. ]

chemistry lab

[acherontiastyx]

...

[well, um. that's looking a little...]

Uh. Prez...?

rolls up four days late with starbucks (room 14)

[oyashiromama]

[If she doesn't see someone, she knocks. That's how it works, so- Hanyuu knocks on Lusamine's door, later than her other visitors, probably, but a visit nonetheless.]

[iaspis]

[Well, that dream was.... where the hell does she begin?

A human fusing with a Gem? She's never heard of such a thing. It should be completely impossible; humans are organic, Gems are not. She can be found in the hallway in the morning, muttering something about fusion and impossibility.

It's weird as hell-- she can't say she likes it. But stuck here, there's no way to verify what happened.

But she has to keep focused on what's important-- there's no time for figuring out how the hell Rose Quartz was capable of something that should be physically impossible. In the afternoon she can be found in the kitchen once again making her weird mustard sandwiches, though this time they appear to be actually human-sized.

Later on in the evening, she can be found in the art room, though she doesn't appear to be drawing anything for once, instead sorting through the sheer amount of different supplies.]

Kitchen

[acherontiastyx]

...you know. They were more fun when they were huge.