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!

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Comments

kitchen

[acherontiastyx]

[...

how the hell did he never think of ice cream for lunch]

Holy crap. You're a genius.

[feistytrader]

[...Well, he just got finished putting no less than like, twenty scoops into this bowl, but he'll pass it over to Guzma.]

It's good.

[acherontiastyx]

Yeah, I bet.

[he's sure he can get some good-ass toppings for this, anyway.]

Man, this is just another one of the things that would rule if not for everything else.

[feistytrader]

The food still rules.

[They could be in here and fighting over food, and that would suck. He'll take his little victories.]

...Hey, Guzma?

[acherontiastyx]

Yeah, definitely.

[time to get the chocolate syrup and the whipped cream and the strawberry syrup... oh, question.]

Yeah?

[feistytrader]

...You always dismiss the motives pretty easily, but... Are you okay?

[He's worried, but he seems pretty casual about it. Probably because of the drinking.]

[acherontiastyx]

Is anyone really okay, when you get right down to it?

[there's almost more whipped cream than ice cream in his bowl right now.]

We're all probably screwed up to begin with, and now we're even more screwed up.

[feistytrader]

I didn't ask you to wax phi...philosophy.

[That is a big word, and big words are hard to not fuck up after drinking.]

I was wondering if you were sad or considering murdering people or some stuff.

[#nailedit]

[acherontiastyx]

Oh. Yeah, that.

...Nah. I mean, I'm pretty mad about the whole thing, but like. The only way I'd go for that sort of thing would be if the deal was to leave with, like, thirty other people instead of one other person.

We'd just take Noir instead of Kira.