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

[feistytrader]

Do you have your gaming system?

[He is 1000% sure that Elda's going to break it if he doesn't show her.]

[matchbreaker]

It's back in my room.

[ As she examines both sides of this disc. And considers throwing it like a frisbee. ]

[feistytrader]

Go get it, then. I'll watch your stuff.

[matchbreaker]

[ But then she needs to stand in this costume! ... okay fine, she'll make to stand now, setting the disc on top of the case. She sighs, getting up and shifting out towards the room. There we go. And she'll be back in a few minutes with the video game with it holding the pagan dance thing inside.

Yep.

Also the cat ears shifted a bit on her head ]

[feistytrader]

[...You know I actually have no idea how this game system thing works and storing and playing music makes more sense than having a CD slot but too late for that now, there's a cd slot, the cd's going in, DJ Mary is playing on aggressively shitty handheld speakers.]

It's one of Gold's CDs. They've been coming out of the machine like crazy.

[But he'll hand the whole thing back to Elda; it's not like he needs more.]

[matchbreaker]

[ I know right like is it a PSP or a 3DS or what? Either way, yeah the CD goes in and her eyes widen! And this... is...!! ... What is this? Is this music? She holds the thing up to her ears, pulls it back, shakes it. It slips a bit in her mascot hands but she catches it-

... Gold. ]

Oh wow, really? So this is the sort of thing he listened to?!

[feistytrader]

It's his favorite artist on the radio. He never shuts up about her.

[I mean, not that it isn't good stuff. DJ Mary's got a pretty smooth and relaxing voice. But man, Gold needs to chill. Of course, if Gold was here and being aggressively not chill, he wouldn't be complaining.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda keeps listening to this...

... Her voice is nice ...

But is this music??? She... isn't sure??? ]

... What is she even playing here?

[ Instrument, she means ]

[feistytrader]

Beats me. I don't know anything about music.

[Enjoy your pop shit, Elda.]

[matchbreaker]

It sounds like a robot.

[ ... Or something. ]

[feistytrader]

[Like a... Elda is an old lady that doesn't know what technology is. Right.]

Most stuff on the radio sounds like this.

[matchbreaker]

Wha... really?! What happened to the audio dramas to the storytellers and such?!

[ . . . Okay so that was more like the 40s and the 50s... ]