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

[uncouthhatcher]

[OHHH OH NO, HE'S SPLASHING SILVER, STAY AWAY STAY AWAY--]

[feistytrader]

[NOPE here come the tickles-]

[uncouthhatcher]

[NOOONOOOnononooooo he's weak to tickles too, this is horrible he's slapping at Silver go awaaaay]

[feistytrader]

That's what you get, you big jerk.

[But he'll back off eventually, looking satisfied with his work today.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[he can BREATHE AGAIN oh thank god, he's splashing him half-heartedly, trying and failing to look mad]

I'm gonna remember that the next time you're bein' annoying, you know, ticklin' does a real good job of shuttin' you up. Plannin' on stayin' in here the whole night, or can I expect you back in bed with me sometime?

[feistytrader]

[Two can play at this tickle- oh.]

Has it really been that long?

[Whoops. He'll move to hop out of the pool, then.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[oh, wow, that was easy, let's go everyone, he's gonna dry everyone off

... yes silver, even you, come here with your wet red head]

Yeah, you've been in here all day. Did you even eat?

[feistytrader]

[You know, his hair's a pain in the ass to dry, so if Gold wants to take care of that, he's not going to stop him.]

I had lunch.

[The night time alarm hasn't gone off, right? He can still grab dinner...]

[uncouthhatcher]

[Good, because he will. Enjoy the minor fuss. Remember Blue. Whatever.]

Guess I'll make you somethin' then. You oughta think about Weavile though, dude, bet the little guy's starvin'!

[how u doin weavile

u hungry

do u want some gold food]

[feistytrader]

[Weavile is always here for food, man. He hops out of the water and follows Gold immediately. Of course, Silver isn't very far behind him.]

What are you making?

[uncouthhatcher]

Don't really wanna know what happens to people after hours, you know? So maybe beef bowls if you're up for it, won't take half an hour.

[Polibo and Aibo right after!! A big wet party, goddamn.]

[feistytrader]

[Silver and Weavile both stop at this news for a moment.

...

And then he bolts into the changing room. He will be down for beef bowls as soon as humanly possible, please and thank you.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[oh my god]

It's kinda weird to think, I guess, but he's pretty cute, yeah?

[oh yeah totally, no doubt about it, it's just

aibo and polibo are also going sonic-fast?? gold is literally the only one that's doing human speed and this is fine.]

[feistytrader]

[Silver bolts out of the changing room; he'll meet Gold in the kitchen later, with a great heaping greeting of-]

There's still an hour. You can make a bunch of beef bowls.

[uncouthhatcher]

I'm not makin' a bunch of them just because we've got an hour left, you know. We've got snacks back in our room.

[But he's very clearly going to be getting out stuff for more than the mouths they have to feed at the moment, and even his chiding's more friendly than it is real annoyance.]

[feistytrader]

We'll eat all of them anyway.

[And happily, at that. Silver sits patiently with all the Pokémon, giving Gold room to work his magic.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[... He is getting a Look for not helping, but.

Gold does enjoy showing off. It's gonna take a little longer than the usual time he makes it because of how much he's making, but rest assured there is definitely more than enough to satiate them by the end.]

Bon appétit, as those foreign guys say! But, [and he's keeping them away from the food for just a moment more,] if I catch you inhalin' these without savorin' them a little bit, I'm not cookin' for you for the rest of the week. Got it?

[feistytrader]

...That's not fair.

[He can't help that he eats fast, okay-]

[uncouthhatcher]

Savor it, buddy. Or try to anyway. I put all my love into it!

[gross]

[feistytrader]

[...Well damn, when you put it like that...

Silver does his best to eat it slowly- he still ends up eating it entirely too fast, but it's clear that there's a concentrated effort in slowing down. He'll take his time substantially more with the second bowl, at least, although the whole thing looks a little uncomfortable.]

It's really good.

[uncouthhatcher]

[... He cannot believe that worked. Gold'll wave a hand at him.]

Thanks. Go ahead and pig out on it if you want, I'd rather you'd be enjoyin' it then lookin' like it's killin' you to go so slowly.

[feistytrader]

...I still appreciate it, even if I eat quickly.

[But he's definitely going to speed up, at least at a rate that he's comfortable with.]

I don't get to eat good stuff like this often. You can tell the difference in the taste.

[uncouthhatcher]

[NOOO SINCERITY, HIS WEAKNESS, STOP THAT!!!]

Yeah, well, you'll be havin' all the time back home if you live with me. And if that ain't a good enough reason, I ain't got anything else to offer.

[But he's just teasing.]

[feistytrader]

You've got plenty to offer, like a nice bed and heat. I'd be living it up.

[uncouthhatcher]

[why are you the way you are]

You know we ain't gonna be sleepin' together back there, right. We've got other rooms.

[... I mean, chances are they're gonna anyway, because Gold's entirely too used to it at this point.]