WEEK 2.

[trustwellness]

WEEK 2 Adelina and Kyrie Ushiromiya are dead. Regardless of how you felt about them and whether or not you mourned their passing, life goes on. It seems the Wordsmith intends to make good on the rules he's left for you all. 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... Either way, it seems there's nothing to do but move on - or, perhaps, move down. Another door in that holding area near the elevator seems to have opened up, leading into a corridor and a stairwell that seems to lead you somewhere beneath the dormitories, and eventually onto a new floor altogether. Go ahead and explore all you like; after all, you did well at completing your lessons this past week. APPRENTICES REMAINING: 28

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[OOC: Welcome to week two 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

[stepout]

[ ...He gets enough, if for completely different reasons, but she gets what he's saying. ]

You remind me of a friend I have. He doesn't really get much either. [ She sounds a little fond at least, even if her expression doesn't change. ] He's a lot more polite than you are though, that's for sure. And more serious.

[alchemicals]

Someone who works in that bar with the weird games?

[stepout]

[ That gets her nose to crinkle a little—are you implying she doesn't have friends outside her co-workers, Kimbley.

...because you would be absolutely right, but that feels a little pathetic? Just a little bit. ]

Yeah. He's the bartender. [ ... ] He's really good at it too, but I'm not really surprised—every book in that place is about booze. Every. Single. One of them.

[alchemicals]

[...well, I mean

you said you were pretty much made to play weird bar games with people, or something

he would not be surprised if you weren't great on the friends front.]

God, I can't even imagine. Though I can't say booze isn't interesting, in its own right - apparently I like it enough to work with it, back home.

[...god, right, last time they talked about his life situation it was sort of depressing - ]

At least, that's according to some dream I had this weekend. Seems I earned myself a release before the execution went through; I'm staying with some friends of mine now, assuming that dream wasn't just wishful thinking, we're all working at a bar.

So maybe you just have a thing for bartenders.

[stepout]

[ She has made so many friends here, man, she is great on the...

...she has people she's friendly with, that does not mean they're friends, exactly. Okay, so, point. ]

Lucky you, but not lucky enough. I'm just friends with the other one I know. [ At least she's amused. ...and a little charmed, the only other person who's said anything halfway flirty with her is a sixteen year old; there's not much room for it at work. ] I'd say I just happen to keep company that doesn't mind mixing drinks.