WEEK 4.

[trustwellness]

WEEK 4 Three more have died this past week. Milla Maxwell was killed for breaking a rule, Chiyuki was murdered, and you all had a hand in executing Yoshikage Kira. It seems like this isn't going to stop any time soon. How many more will join them this week? 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... Despite the Wordsmith's reaction to the last trial, it seems as though you've been rewarded once again for a job that was...well, it was done, even if he didn't explicitly say it was well-done. Another door has opened in that stairway, it seems, leading you further down into the building; once again, there are more rooms down there, more things to occupy yourselves with. Or perhaps just more means to get creative with regards to how you take initiative with your fellow Apprentices. APPRENTICES REMAINING: 23 APPRENTICES REMAINING: 22 APPRENTICES REMAINING: 20

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week four 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]

I think I might have a few more. Definitely not twenty more. I just popped out thirty today, after all.

[ She sort of sits on them, being lazy, until she just uses them up... ]

[alchemicals]

Seriously.

[He is totally in agreement on that because dude.

(also go for it? go for it.)]

I haven't seen anything like the ones they've got here, they're all weird as hell.

gym. goodnight sweet princess have one last thread

[quadruples]

[ That sure was a thing that happened, wasn't it. Viktor isn't sure what to do today so he's wandering around aimlessly for a while, eventually ending up in the gym where he watches Judy for a minute or so before speaking. ]

Getting your frustrations out, Judy?

[plegia]

I'd enjoy that! I have to keep my skills up and sparring with you and Killia should definitely help! You're welcome to spar with me whenever you'd like!

[preferably not in the middle of the night on a thursday though!!!]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . .!! Whoa! ]

And this one makes you look purple! Did you try that before?!

[ Because this is way more interesting than the fact both of them are used to more early 20th century cameras ]

[plentyfriendly]

I wouldn't recommend it. We might as well give it our best shot anyway. Try to hang the jury or something like that.

[There's an even number of people alive, after all.]

[matchbreaker]

Yeah, but if I made you look real guilty, who'd vote for someone else?

[ . . . Elda has not yet comprehended that people are voting for not-the-killer in some cases yet ]

[oyashiromama]

So we just...pretend to have ourselves an adventure... I'm understanding correctly?

[alchemicals]

[...]

...Does it really?

[HE JUST KIND OF LOOKED AT IT AND TOSSED IT IN THE BAG, TBH...]

profiles

[quadruples]

[ Viktor is on his way to the kitchen when he heads into the foyer just in time to overhear Vanille. ]

...Mmm? What's a Fal'Cie?

[matchbreaker]

Yep!

[ ... Plus a shit load of rules and dice rolling and- ]

Oh, and I'm the narrator.

[firstaid]

[When Viktor asks her that question, she gives him a smile while holding up the book she seems to have gotten started.]

It's called 'Elegance and the Monster', and so far the premise seems intriguing.

[As soon as she says that, back to the book she goes. It's not that she's ignoring anyone, it's just books have this power take her attention away from anything but it!]

[firstaid]

[Bless you, Hanyuu...]

Can they really? I just thought that was a myth in books.

[matchbreaker]

[ YES!!

Everything seems to be shades of purple, but he seems to have a lot more of it. Maybe living things light up more? Either way, she's handing it off to him ]

[plentyfriendly]

Do you really think everyone else here is voting for the killer every time?

[For Kira, sure, but...]

Just think about Estelle or Vanille. I'm pretty sure when we had to vote to kill Alani, they broke down crying.

[Come to think of it, she needs to talk to Vanille more.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Wait what- ] Of course they did! But fish girl still did it!

[ And she had a serious talk with Orihime about this!! Well sort of !! ]

[alchemicals]

[...oh holy shit, that is awesome? that is awesome - ]

Oh, that's - it's a good look on you, let's put it that way.

[matchbreaker]

Purple is my color!

[ She nods, sagely. If there's any other implication there, she's missed it. ]

SHADOWFRIEND I AM HERE

[oyashiromama]

[Two more dead and...it's Thursday, Hanyuu's least favorite day. (Funny, it used to be Sunday, a specific Sunday, at the end of June-- no it still is.)

Hanyuu's doing...okay? Alright, comparatively okay. She's not completely awful, she's just so tired. So very tired and it shows all over her face. She has an arranged meeting with Elda tonight, for one of those games which will hopefully get her mind off everything, but for now... Well, she gets up late and idles around the dojo, quietly wishing she had something to practice with, but she won't stay there long. No, she heads to the pool, to actually swim, though it mostly looks like she's meditating again.

Alani's prayers were supposed to be done in water, right?

After, hair damp, she goes to the vending machine to cash in a few more coins. She gets a nice haul, taking note at first of the...strange tank-top, oh. Would it suit her? ...Doesn't she know this logo, it's-]

...Oh...!

[She gets distracted. Hanyuu...recognizes the deck of cards that comes out of the vending machine. It's old, it's beaten, most of the cards are scuffed and folded and she holds it lovingly, running a finger down one of the fold-marks of a card.

She'll get her things to her room and then... Then she'll stop in the foyer to talk with the shadowfriend, with a piece of paper with YES and NO written on it. Seems that's a good way to get at least a conversation in, so...

She sits, a little ways away from the crack in the wall, paper in front of her.]

Hello? May...may we talk?

[plentyfriendly]

Well, yeah. But you've had a couple centuries to learn that people are illogical.

[For the most part.]

[acherontiastyx]

Look, I can smell that stuff. I'm gonna know it's ketchup and not blood. It'll be cool.

[...if only he had, like, his good buddy Golisopod...]

And I felt like it was time for a change. Centralization is in. Maybe make it a little off kilter just for the atmosphere.

[uncouthhatcher]

Shut the hell up.

[... It's not as snappy as it should be, maybe, but he's busying himself with flipping over the interview anyway. He knows, but it's still a nice reminder.]

Thinkin' of makin' her a shrine to put offerings and all. The doll'll be her picture's stand-in.

[alchemicals]

[None to be found, actually.]

Never would have guessed.

[uncouthhatcher]

[... Man, that's a theme.]

What's it been for you?

[matchbreaker]

She's not a god.

[ . . . Oh, oh- ]

Oh wait, you mean those Japanese ones for dead people, right?

[ That... sounds a little nice, actually, but this kid did just snap at her ]