WEEK 3.

[trustwellness]

WEEK 3 As the second week draws to a close, two more have joined the deceased. Christo and Alani are dead, leaving twenty-six of you remaining. It may not seem like very many have died, but their absence will certainly be felt. 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... Just like last week, a door in the stairwell has opened, leading you down further into the building; there are more rooms open to you down there - possibly even one that you'll find personally interesting. Go ahead and explore all you like; after all, you did well at completing your lessons this past week. APPRENTICES REMAINING: 26 APPRENTICES REMAINING: 25

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week three 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]

[ Three different big rpg books open in front of her on the bar and a small box of dice in front of her, one might think Elda was too distracted to notice people, but she did look up to see Kira come in. Oh... him. ... She can't help it, she sort of glared a him in an unfocused way as he took his seat.

It's a little like what Kimbley said earlier.

A bit like a gremlin ]

[avoidcomplications]

[whatever man look at all the fucks he does not give]

[...he gives several, actually, because if Elda kept looking at him he was going to eventually get annoyed at this massive inconvenience.]

What?

[matchbreaker]

[ She blinks, as if just realizing that she was... looking.

She frowns, and then says, blandly, ]

What're you drinking?

[avoidcomplications]

Saké. Why, does it matter to you?

[matchbreaker]

It doesn't, really.

[ She hums, and then slides the box of dice down the bar towards Kira. It makes it most of the way there. ]

[avoidcomplications]

. . .

[He looked to the box and then up to Elda, raising an eyebrow.]

Can I help you with something?

[matchbreaker]

Role some dice for me, I'm trying to figure this tome out.

[ This might as well be magic man??? she doesn't get it ]

[avoidcomplications]

Is there a reason you can't roll them yourself?

[matchbreaker]

What else are you going to do? Now figure out which one's a d10 and a d20 and get both of them out.

[ APPARENTLY he's drafted into this ]

[avoidcomplications]

I don't even know what that means, Elda.

[matchbreaker]

Well I don't either!

[ In the box though there are numerous odd dice of various numbers of sides. 4 sided, 6, 8, 10, 12, 20 and... is that a hundred sided dice? what the hell??? ]

[avoidcomplications]

...

[SIIIIIIIIIGH.]

You're not going to leave me alone until I do, will you?

[matchbreaker]

Well, you do owe this lady an apology. [ After all you did peg her for being a murderer....... ]

[avoidcomplications]

Do I? What for?

[COMPLETELY SINCERE]

[matchbreaker]

For trying to nail me for killing the nerd.

[ WOW ]

[avoidcomplications]

Oh, that. Surely you realize you were seeming highly suspicious.

[matchbreaker]

Well yeah, but even so a good gentleman like you will make it up to a lady, won't he?

[avoidcomplications]

[DEEP BREATH.]

...

[fine, he'll roll your goddamn die and come up with...a natural 20.]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Oh damn.

... She flips a few pages ] hold on, I think that does something special.

[ Reading... reading... reading...

Might want to drink your saké. Anyway. A minute later, he flips a few more pages, and then a page in a different book and, ]

Roll that same one again and tell me what you get.

[ Not looking up from the books ]

[avoidcomplications]

[he's too sober for this]

[But he'd roll again and...another nat-20.]

[That's weird.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Holy shit ]

Wow, you're lucky.

[ BUT OKAY... ]

Now it looks like you roll - oh jeez? roll the d8 one six times and add them together?

[avoidcomplications]

I've always had reasonably good fortune.

[You have no idea.]

Why exactly am I doing this?

[matchbreaker]

You were attacking this ogre.

[ And he holds up one of the books, the one she hasn't be flipping things in, and shows a picture of the ogre. ]

With a battleaxe? And you hit it, I think, and then you also hit it in some vital spot, and this is for its damage...! ...?

[ It's like she's trying to sound excited but she also doesn't really get it yet ]

[avoidcomplications]

...Can't you get anyone else to play games like this?

[matchbreaker]

I'm not playing, I'm trying to understand it.

[ DISTINCTION ]

Besides, you're here. Now take a sip and roll those d8s.

[ Whatever a d8 is ]