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!

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Comments

[tsugomori]

[ It must be 'Surprise Hanyuu Day'! ]

Really? Hmm, does this mean you're not doing anything too important at the moment?

[oyashiromama]

[...what are you leading to-]

N...no...

[tsugomori]

[ A very long stairway, maybe. Okay, not really. ]

Well, if you want, we can talk a little. It's always good to engage in some smalltalk, right?

[oyashiromama]

[Well, okay, this doesn't seem so bad...]

It...no, company always is rather nice... I'm afraid I might not be the best at the moment, though.

[tsugomori]

[ Well, Mikazuki isn't good at interrogating people or anything, so-- ]

That's fine. After all, it has been quite a few long weeks, hasn't it?

[oyashiromama]

[...it's time for twenty questions with Mikazuki, oh this will be wonderful.]

That...it has. [She sighs, gently.] It's hard to believe...it feels like we've been here for so much longer.

[tsugomori]

[ He'll try his best!! ]

Hmm, yes. It is quite unbelievable.

[ ... ]

Even though I'll never stop giving up hope, sometimes I still wake up and think 'ah, when did my room lose my window?' or something like that. It really is quite jarring. I don't suppose your old room looked anything like these do, did they?

[oyashiromama]

[Hope. It...figures that someone like Mikazuki would have so much, wouldn't he? No, she has to at least try.]

Aah... No, nothing like it. [...] It was much different, for a start, there were futons. Does it resemble yours, any?

[tsugomori]

Not at all.

[ Because there were futons as well. Which reminds him, of what should be an obvious conclusion... ]

Hmm, that's right, you're from Japan as well, aren't you? From the year, Showa 58?

[oyashiromama]

[She nods.] ...I'm a little surprised to meet someone here who's more comfortable with era names instead of the Gregorian calendar, but if there was anyone, of course it would be an ancient sword.