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!]

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[foundfate]

[He's not that close yet, but he will be stepping in, so it's only a matter of time before he smells it.]

I'm being serious, Silver. You wouldn't make it through the trial. I saw through you last time, and I would again.

[He hates bringing that up, but he wants Silver to understand how serious he is being here.]

[feistytrader]

I know, I know. I was there. Jeez.

[He puts his hands up in the air and everything.]

If I say anything, you're gonna get weird and sad, so just trust me, okay? Or uh, use me as a pillow, I guess.

[...]

I'd make a bad pillow. Tie me to the bed post, I guess.

[foundfate]

I'm not tying you to anything!

[Well, mad isn't technically 'weird and sad', so.]

I don't want to die to Kageshirou, and I don't want you to force me into a position where I have to choose between dying that way and letting you die that way. So just...don't. And if you're actually tempted by that motive, come talk to me, alright?

cw: casual suicide mention whoops

[feistytrader]

[Well, that prompts Silver to grab Watanuki's shoulders, because damn dude, slow down.]

There's no one in here I'd kill. If I wanted to see Gold that bad, I could've done that myself last week. But I'm right here, so chill out. I'm not messing up twice.

WOW WHOOPS INDEED

[foundfate]

[Whoo boy does that draw a scowl out of Watanuki. Because he's thought similar thoughts before and he understands that kind of talk there.]

Don't you even think something like that ever again, you hear me?

[feistytrader]

You're so fussy. I can't keep people safe if I die. I can't do stuff if I die. So I won't.

[Be he won't deny that he considered it before. There's no point.]

If I've got a wish, it's that you and Elda and Lusamine, and Orihime and Hanyuu, and Guzma and Gangrel... I want you guys to get out. I wanna look out for you after we're out of here. Gotta be alive for that.

[foundfate]

[There's no denying that he's fussy, it's true.

He reaches up to his shoulders, covering Silver's hands with his own, squeezing them tightly. He glances down, unable to meet Silver's eyes for a moment.]

...I'll believe you, then.

I'm supposed to be worrying about the people I don't know that well- what they'll do, if they'll take the bait or not, if I can get to them before the Wordsmith does- but somehow I keep worrying about you the most.

[Because he made a promise, to keep Silver safe. And failing in that is one of the worst things that could happen here.]

[feistytrader]

Well, that's because I suck. And we slept together, so that could do it.

[Silver looks away to try and think; it's not easy saying comforting things when his head still feels full of fuzz.]

I dunno if they'll listen to me or not, but I can help look out for people. Two's better than one, right?

[foundfate]

[It's not a bad thought, if they split the work then maybe they can convince everyone to not murder each other. And Silver is a lot closer to people that Watanuki does not talk to regularly, so.]

Maybe when you don't smell like you've been hitting the bottle too hard.

[That was originally meant as a joke, but that scent really is strong on him. Watanuki frowns again and leans in closer to get a better smell. Hopefully Silver doesn't mind Watanuki being right in his face like that.

And then a moment later he pulls back, absolutely appalled now.]

Silver! Have you been drinking?

[feistytrader]

Yeah. It wasn't gross like the other stuff, so I thought it was, uh...

[Just a drink? Just a drink.]

[foundfate]

What was it, exactly?

[feistytrader]

...Dragon piss?

[He's serious.]

[foundfate]

What.

[feistytrader]

That's what it said. I got it out of the... The coins for stuff.

[foundfate]

You wouldn't happen to still have the bottle, would you?

[feistytrader]

Yeah.

[He takes Watanuki's hand and starts wandering over to his room.]

[foundfate]

[Well ok he is dragged then. To the bedroom!]

[feistytrader]

[To the bedroom! He's got the bottle on his desk.

...

It's almost completely finished, but there's enough to taste it in there.]

[foundfate]

[Well he's going to sniff at the bottle first, and then make a face.]

Please don't tell me you drank this all in one day.

[feistytrader]

Okay.

[...Well, he's not telling him-]

[foundfate]

[Silver plz]

You're grounded until you sober up.

[And he's. Going to down whatever is left of the bottle. Purely so Silver can't drink it.]

[feistytrader]

Can I be grounded to the kitchen? I'm hungry.

[You can have the rest of it, man, that was widely regarded as a huge mistake.]

[foundfate]

No, because you're going to pass out eventually and you need to at least be in a bedroom when it happens.

[You know. To avoid rule 3 and all.]

[feistytrader]

...Oh. Right.

[In that case, he'll just accept his fate and climb onto the massive dual bed. The Pokémon have been chilling in here, and they're pretty eager to pile back onto Silver.]

[foundfate]

[Watanuki is not cruel, though, and instead he will go and get some snack food from the kitchen and bring it to the room. For later, if Silver gets the munchies. He's leaving it on the desk for now.

Then he goes to sit on the edge of the bed. His face is a little pink, because he is a lightweight when it comes to drinking, but he seems fine otherwise.]

Why did you drink so much anyway?