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

[matchbreaker]

[ This kid.

Well, whatever. She holds up a finger and closes the door in Estelle's face, goes back into her room to get her key. She then opens the door again and comes out to lock it before giving a hand motion to say she'll go with her now ]

[firstaid]

[She sees the finger, believing it to be a signal to wait a moment until the door is closed... oh... maybe she was telling her to go away. Until she comes back out and motions for Estelle that she's coming with her.

With glee, Estelle starts to go with her to the dining room.]

I'm so glad you've decided to join us!

[matchbreaker]

[ Yep, key even back in her school uniform ] Hey, don't worry, I just didn't want to be bored and hear everyone complaining about cold potatoes!

[ She claps her hands together, getting into step with Estelle. The girl was going to question her anyway, so she might as well just roll with it, right?

So... she does that ]

[firstaid]

Oh, by vichyssoise is supposed to be cold. I mean, it can be served warm, but I think it's so much better cold.

[Well, that's her opinion, but it adds to the texture and the thickness she thinks. It's definitely something different.]

[matchbreaker]

Well you still don't want the whole thing rotting there as room temperature, right?

[ Let her keep her excuse... or something....

But okay, let's get kitchen bound ]

[firstaid]

I suppose that would be true.

[She would hope it's all taken care of then, at least. To the dining room they go she guesses, where there are bowls of soup! It looks like a lot, but only because she made some for everyone whether they want it or not.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Well, at least she's not being quizzed down! That's good. She laughs a little bit as they come into the room because shit that's a lot of bowls here. ]

You really made an army's worth here though, didn't you?

[firstaid]

Well, there are a lot of us here and we all need fed!

[Except maybe Elda, but she's still invited! Estelle does not discriminate, then again it's not like she knew until now.]

[matchbreaker]

Yeesh, are you looking to be the University's maid? You need a bonnet for that you know.

[ She reaches out to one of the bowls and without really asking if she can, runs her finger through it, or at least... she's planning to do that if not stopped ]

[firstaid]

Well, I'm honestly no maid, however, there's nothing wrong with wishing to help others.

[And Estelle has no problem with her going to one of the bowls and doing that. After all, one of those bowls of soup is for Elda.]

[matchbreaker]

Even when one've those others might kill you?

[ She says this with a deliberately cruel tone, now finishing running the finger through there and bringing the wet thing up to her nose...

Sniff, sniff ]

[firstaid]

This is a trust exercise. How can we gain one another's trust if someone doesn't try?

[This is naivete at its finest...]

[matchbreaker]

[ Sniff, sniff.. lick.

... Yeah, definitely ashy. She sighs and smears it on the table. ]

You actually buy the sales pitch here? Do you phone order all those ads you see in the tabloids?

[firstaid]

Do you trust that you will receive the incentive if you kill?

[matchbreaker]

[ She considers that, humming as he clans up her finger with her tongue - albeit she sort of wiped most of it out already ]

Not really.