WEEK 1.

[trustwellness]

WEEK 1 Now that you've had a chance to yell at the Wordsmith, one thing is very clear. He wasn't lying. There's no escape from this place. You can explore all you like, but there aren't any ways to leave. It seems like there isn't much to do but settle in and get to know your fellow Apprentices. You're free to go wherever you'd like for the most part, but come 10PM the doors to the kitchen and the mail room will shut and lock and nothing you can do will get them to open. While you might be tempted to sleep in, you'll find that the clock in the foyer goes off every morning at 7AM and again in the evenings at 10PM without fail. You'll be able to hear it no matter where you are; it seems it's being broadcast over the PA system. You're welcome to go back to sleep after you hear it, but surely you don't want to spend the whole day in bed? (Unless you were out exploring all last night. In which case, go back to bed, damn.) APPRENTICES REMAINING: 30

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[OOC: Welcome to week one 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

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . ]

Seriously?

[feistytrader]

Yeah. I don't have the time for a relationship anyway.

[matchbreaker]

Seriously?

[ . . . ]

[feistytrader]

...What?

[You absolute fucking walnut-]

[matchbreaker]

[ Wow. ]

What's more pressing for you, kid?

[feistytrader]

There's someone I need to find.

[And that's about all he really feels like sharing on the matter.]

1/2

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . ]

[matchbreaker]

Well, good luck with that!

[ She pats him on the shoulder.

... She has to stretch to do it, getting on the tips of her (shoeless) toes ]

For now though, the Brat's still yours, right? He wouldn't want you all anemic, if he's counting on the blood going up or down on your body.

[feistytrader]

...I have no idea what you're talking about.

[Gold probably wouldn't want him wiped out, but if he did a good thing, it's probably okay? He definitely got lost at some point here.]

[matchbreaker]

[ WHAT THE FUCK ]

You're a surprisingly dense kid, aren't you?

[feistytrader]

If I say yes, are you going to explain anything?

[matchbreaker]

[ Ugh She groans, pinching the bridge of her nose and shaking her head ]

No, there's no need for anything like that. [ A sigh ] Keep on eating, I don't even know what you're confused about anymore.

[ So he can ask if he wants, she's going back to the counter perch ]

[feistytrader]

[...You know what. This has been sufficiently awkward as is, so he'll just go right ahead and quickly make his breakfast so he can slip out. Later, Elda. Please don't starve.]