WEEK 6.

[trustwellness]

WEEK 6 With the deaths of Viktor Nikiforov, Varric Tethras, and Killia, you're down to half of your original number. There's only fifteen of you left. How much longer before your number drops again? 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... Of course, that doesn't mean that you've gained nothing else among the many, many losses you've faced; it seems that another floor has been made available to you for surviving another week. Congratulations and well done, even if you might not necessarily appreciate the reward. APPRENTICES REMAINING: 15

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week six 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

[oyashiromama]

M-Maybe...

I'm...actually trying to think of... Oh, don't think me too strange, but I'm leaving something here for everyone, at this shrine that Watanuki and I set up.

[acherontiastyx]

Oh, okay. Makes sense, make sense.

...so maybe we should see if anyone knows how to make a certain kind of cookie. I think he'd like those... ladyfingers.

[oyashiromama]

La--

[!!!!!]

G-G-G-Guzma...! N-no, I- I don't want to do anything that might make someone uncomfortable...!!! [read: lusamine]

[acherontiastyx]

[he just has to laugh about that because yeah. he agrees. but.]

Yeah, okay. I really don't have any ideas other than some crappy joke about his lurid desires, though.

[oyashiromama]

[She sighs.]

Nor...do I, really. Kimbley would've been just about the only one who could help on this front, but, well...

[And a frown.]

And Kira's information doesn't help at all. [stupid profiles]

[acherontiastyx]

Well, the guy was obsessed with seeming bland as heck to hide the fact that he was a creepy weirdo, so maybe you should go with... I don't know, white bread or unflavored tofu.

[oyashiromama]

...

That actually seems like a good... [no] A-ahh, I mean- ...cats! And- that strange plant-cat, that was his, right?!

[acherontiastyx]

...oh, yeah, I guess it was, huh?

Cats are way too cool for him though. I still vote white bread.

[oyashiromama]

How about I do both? One dedicated especially to you, and one a little more serious.

[acherontiastyx]

Yeah, okay. That sounds like a plan. Make sure it's the whitest bread you can find.

[oyashiromama]

If you insist so, Guzma.

[acherontiastyx]

I do most definitely insist.

[oyashiromama]

...I don't suppose... Do you have any ideas what I could add for Milla?

[acherontiastyx]

...

Something... fluffy? Maybe?

[oyashiromama]

...

Why...fluffy...?

[acherontiastyx]

...

After the first trial, she just... started stroking my hair? So... she might like fluffy things.

[oyashiromama]

[...Okay, that's weird, but-] I- I will find something sufficiently fluffy for her, then.

[acherontiastyx]

Yeah. Seems... like the best idea, because I don't know what else would work.