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

[plentyfriendly]

It had a sample of Radical-6 in it. It's a highly contagious virus with two primary symptoms.

[Both of which are... a thing.]

First, it diminishes the brain's processing power, essentially slowing down the infected's perception of time. Everything else looks like it's in fast-forward.

[oyashiromama]

[what the fuck

Hanyuu looks kind of horrified]

And what...is the second?

cw: suicide

[plentyfriendly]

It causes suicidal impulses.

[There's a pause.]

I once watched a 10-year-old insist he had to kill himself because of it.

[Maybe more times!]

[oyashiromama]

[...]

Is there a cure?

[plentyfriendly]

Not in the time I came from, but there is one eventually.

[...]

[oyashiromama]

How do you know that there will be one?

[plentyfriendly]

Because my consciousness spent a few hours in 2074.

[That wasn't really of her own volition, though.]

While I was... then, I guess you could say, I was put through what I guess you could call a training exercise, and I learned that I could send my consciousness across space and time into parallel worlds.

[oyashiromama]

[...Oh.]

How? How did you learn this and- h-how did you do this? Is it a power innate to you as a person, or was there a device to assist?

[plentyfriendly]

Some people are just born with it, and I happened to be one of them.

It doesn't work that well unless I'm in danger, though. At first it was weird glimpses, memories and knowledge that didn't match... but I learned more quickly, partially because I had to.

[oyashiromama]

...Can you bring others with you, or...is it just you?

[plentyfriendly]

Just me, but I'm not the only person that can.

[It's possible for them to link up, though - she's just not completely aware of it.]

[oyashiromama]

...I'm... I must say I'm incredibly surprised.

[That should be clear from her voice.]

I hadn't... I hadn't thought someone else would have...something like that.

[plentyfriendly]

...I'd imagine you wouldn't use those words if you or someone you knew didn't have that kind of ability.

[Who, though?]

[oyashiromama]

Me.

[Here we are.]

...It's not exactly the same, of course, because I can only do it with one other person, and...follow her into those worlds. ...It's a bit more permanent than I imagine yours is.

[plentyfriendly]

So you go with her, or not at all? At least you can talk to each other about what you went through.

[That's an advantage, if they're looking to change something...]

[oyashiromama]

I have to go with her. It's...not that I can't return to the others, but rather, that she can't. It's only used in extreme cases.

[plentyfriendly]

Ride-along SHIFT... If I could do that, maybe I could have...

[wait she hasn't used that name]

Oh. "Space-time Human Internal Fluctuating Transfer". That's what my power is called. Or at least, it's what Akane called it.

[oyashiromama]

SHIFT... [That is some acronym.] ...Akane, was that the person who taught you or...helped you figure out how to use your power? I-I'm sorry to ask so much, I just... I have many questions.

[plentyfriendly]

You could say that, but it's a long story. Mind if we talk about this somewhere else, say... your room? Mine works too, if that's an issue.

[She'll take the injector for the time being, though.]

[oyashiromama]

[SOCIAL LINK UP Hanyuu shakes her head.]

My room is...no problem, none at all. I have to get these things back to it, anyway.

[Besides the syringe, yeah, you hold on to that Phi. Let's go to Hanyuu's room.]

[plentyfriendly]

[Later in that room...]

Where should I begin...

I suppose it'll have to be with this: a few days before Christmas, I was... I suppose you could say attacked, but I was unharmed. Mostly it was just sleeping gas canisters.

[oyashiromama]

[Hanyuu lets Phi sit wherever she's comfortable, taking either the bed or the desk otherwise. ...If the desk is Phi's prerogative, just be careful with the papers there, all notes about Alani's religion.]

Someone knocked you out? Why?

[plentyfriendly]

[For now she's actually going to stand.]

I... admit that wasn't very well explained to me, either. I assume the intent was to get my body ready to receive the "me" that would come back from 2074.

But that's getting ahead of the story a little bit. When I woke up after that, I was in... not quite an elevator, but it looked like one. There was a man in there. He was old, and he'd obviously had his right eye replaced with a cybernetic one.

His name was Sigma.

[oyashiromama]

[There are multiple questions, but-] ...Like yours. Phi, Sigma. They're like...the Greek Alphabet.

[plentyfriendly]

But that was just a coincidence. The weirder thing was that I knew his name before he'd told me what it was.

[That was a clue something odd was afoot, even then.]

After the two of us solved some arbitrary puzzles in the elevator, we got out through the top, which opened up into a warehouse. Soon, we'd be joined by seven other people, two of which had gotten out before we did. None of those seven were named Greek letters.