WEEK 9.

[trustwellness]

WEEK 9 The only two deaths this past week were due to rule violations; Bruce Wayne and Kimihiro Watanuki have joined the deceased. The deceased, however, still seem to be among you - that is, if Noir is to be believed. Either way, one thing is clear: for the first time in two months, a week has passed where no one has murdered. With no trial, Saturday is relatively quiet. 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... Once again, there are no new floors available to you; is this a good sign, or just claustrophobic? Either way, the air has been seeming a little heavier nowadays, despite the lack of murder - but who knows, maybe it's all in your head. APPRENTICES REMAINING: 8

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week nine 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]

[...man. Quiet week, huh? Well, it's... sort of nice to just... chill, even if man, that message still feels kind of ominous.

So... he's just gonna hang out today, reading Tales of the Jade Planet in the first floor library, with hot cocoa and some of that delicious curry he got out of the machine. Because... why not. Nobody died eating machine curry.

...just still a quiet day. Hm. Well. Anyway.

...

He should probably go down to the conference room and see what's going on. You know. For kicks.]

yo. it's your boy guzma. how's it going?

[trustwellness]

[It takes a moment, but...]

HELLO, GUZMA - IT'S GOING WELL ENOUGH, I CAN'T COMPLAIN.

HOW ARE YOU?

[acherontiastyx]

it's going pretty alright. been quiet this week.

the wordsmith said something about this being the end or whatever which makes me wonder what he's got cooking, but nothing's really gone down.

[trustwellness]

SO IT'S JUST A LOT OF WAITING, THEN?

[acherontiastyx]

yeah pretty much. i've mostly just been getting creative and shit. not too creative though. i don't want that fucker to ban regular paint too.

[trustwellness]

PROBABLY A GOOD IDEA, HE WOULDN'T KNOW FUN IF IT BIT HIM.

[acherontiastyx]

well i guess the guy is having fun watching us suffer. so you know, just totally fucked up sense of what's fun and what is the opposite of fun.

[trustwellness]

...MAYBE.

[......]

I USED TO BE INTO SOME FUCKED UP THINGS MYSELF. I DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THAT SORT OF THING NOW, BUT IT'S PRETTY EASY TO DO TO YOURSELF, I SUPPOSE.

[acherontiastyx]

[...]

...i mean. do you want to get into it? i know like. i'm not gonna say i feel you totally. but i kind of feel like i might've narrowly avoided veering down the total crazy asshole path because of things that happened both here and back home.

[feistytrader]

[Silver's pretty busy today; between shoving all of his belongings that he actually cares about in the bag Lusamine made him, trying to see how many important supplies he can fit into the remaining space, and readying his damn maidenly utility bag to be worn around his waist, he's got his hands full. Literally.

But eventually he's done, he's got all of his belongings in place, and he leaves them in the room for a moment in favor of heading to the incinerator to burn an absolute fuckton of papers. Goodbye, so long, fuck you on the way out.

A little later, he heads to the conference room and... puts up a tic-tac-toe board, with an X in the center.

But it's a mostly uneventful day; some time in the dojo, one last swim before who knows what is out there, a nice long shower... Later in the evening, he eventually makes his way to Room 20 and knocks.]

[trustwellness]

[...oh, well. hi. there will be an O drawn in one of the corners.]

WHO IS THIS?

[feistytrader]

- | - | O
- | X | X
- | - | -

It's Silver. How's it going over there? Did anyone else go through your stuff?

[trustwellness]

- | - | O
O | X | X
- | - | -

NOT TO MY KNOWLEDGE. IT'S GOING ALL RIGHT IN GENERAL, THOUGH.

[feistytrader]

- | X | O
O | X | X
- | - | -

Good. Have you heard about what the Wordsmith said the other day?

[Maybe someone else told her, but if not-]

[trustwellness]

- | X | O
O | X | X
- | O | -

I HAVE SOME IDEA OF WHAT WAS SAID, YES.

[feistytrader]

X | X | O
O | X | X
- | O | -

A lot of us are packing up stuff for if we need to bail. What kind of stuff do you like? I've got a bunch of stuff from the vending machine. Or if you've got a favorite food or something, I can try to pack that.

[Since they're bringing back everyone, including Noir, and having something nice to come back to might not be the most helpful, but it's the thought that counts, right?]

[trustwellness]

X | X | O
O | X | X
- | O | O

JUST BRING ZISKA WITH YOU, I SUPPOSE.

SLEEPOVER TIME

[oyashiromama]

[Hanyuu will open the door, her own hair...wrapped in a towel, oh that's cute, horns sticking out and everything-]

Silver. Good evening, do- are you alright?

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda is on the bed, sort of matting down her hair. . . . Make up your own mind about the timing of all of this. Seeing someone's at the door she sort of turns her back to the door because she's not 100% dressed.

:T ]

[feistytrader]

...Yeah. I'm fine.

[He's focusing more on Hanyuu than Elda, at least.]

Could I ask you and Elda for a favor?

[oyashiromama]

[Hanyuu, gently blocking Elda, it's fine-]

Yes, of course. What is it?

[matchbreaker]

[ OH MAN.

Okay, okay, she doesn't like throwing on a top until she's more dry, but she might as well at this point.

(it's the top to the top-skirt combo Silver made her, she's been using that as jammies because it's paint and sharpie splattered ) ]

[feistytrader]

[...How does he... This is stupid, maybe he shouldn't- No, no, he's just gonna say it.]

I don't want to sleep alone.

[oyashiromama]

[Her face softens instantly.]

Come in, Silver. ...Elda? Do you mind, if we have him over for the night?