trusthell | WEEK 4.

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

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[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!]

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[As Judy usually tends to be anymore, she's as busy as a bee today. But once that incentive goes out...she decides some more time in the gym to clear her head is needed. Of course she'd never act on such a thing, but the last memory she seems to have had wasn't exactly a good one. It's pretty difficult to think about. Instead of going to the gym, though, she decides to try the dojo to see what different sorts of equipment it has.

She hops a little in place on the balls of her feet, shaking out her hands as she looks across the room, only to suddenly spot Kimbley there. Kimbley...she's admittedly been avoiding since the trial, if only because she doesn't really know what she could have said to him. That, and he was a certifiable Mess(tm) that she didn't want to accidentally upset.

At least now they're a couple days past all that. Maybe it'll be...fine...]

Looks like we've got the same idea.

[She calls out as she stands awkwardly at one end of the room, like she's...here now, but isn't entirely sure what to do with herself now that she is here.]

Gotta say though, I think I prefer the gym so far.

[Oh, hey, Judy. At the very least he doesn't seem on the verge of some sort of psychotic meltdown today? And he's bluescreening decidedly less, let's put it that way. He'll get up from what he's doing and actually pay attention to her, which is more than he's been offering most people lately.]

Looks like it, yeah. Though I'm not too used to the machines and stuff they've got in there - they're a bit beyond me, really.

[She's glad for that! Good on you, Kimbley. As long as you don't mention everything you mentioned during the trial, Judy is entirely willing to pretend she never heard it.]

I wish I could tell you I knew how to get good use out of them. I mean, I know what they all do, but that's like expecting me to pick up an elephant for exercise. I'll just stick to the punching bags myself.

Yeah, I'd rather not risk injuring myself more than I have already.

[He shifts a bit, making those bandages on his right hand a bit more visible.]

It's been a rough week already, might as well not aggravate anything further.

[Yeah, Judy sees that hand...it's a little concerning, though she's pretty sure she can guess what happened.]

No sense in breaking your knuckles over it, yeah...

[She pauses for a moment, shifting on her paws.]

So uh...This is probably a bad question after...everything, but. ...are you doing alright?

...I'm doing pretty all right, yeah. I was really messed up this weekend, but I'm not really one to stay that way too long.

And I'm not going to go on some sort of spree where I take out all the women and children or anything - Varric's already cleared that much with me.

Oh, no, no no I wasn't implying-

[She shakes her head a little, stopping herself before she can cram her paw into her mouth.]

I'm glad to hear it. At least you've been able to keep busy, otherwise. I feel like my mind won't stop racing long enough for me to dwell on...well, anything.

This place is kind of designed like that, though - we don't get any time to really handle anything before our heads are forced down again and we're made to focus on what's going on now.

It was like that on the battlefield, too, but at least we were given a reason for why we were there.

Right...I guess it must be similar to that in the way that you have to focus on looking out for yourself. I've been trying to get along with people, and work with everyone, but that doesn't mean I don't think about how easily things could go wrong.

[After all, Judy is the smallest here. She might be able to fell a rhino, but if she got overpowered, she'd be done.]

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