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]

[...Well, he doesn't object to that, and he considers taking a bite, but... Right, right, Vanille first. He holds it out.]

You want one?

[Weavile scrambles up the tree to grab another couple.]

[ravagers]

[ !! Vanille nods and happily takes the apple. ]

I sure would, thanks!

[ She watches Weavile, then looks at Silver with a smile. ]

Pretty good at that, huh?

[feistytrader]

We grew up together in the woods. This place is more of a home than the rooms.

[Weavile's got em! ...From in the tree. He tosses them down, then makes his way down himself.]

[ravagers]

I can understand that. It's not quite like home, but it's as close as we'll ever get. It's nice to have food straight off the trees, bushes, or vines.

[ She catches a few of the apples. ]

Good toss!

[feistytrader]

Fresh food is the best. ...I wonder if these taste better than the ones in the kitchen.

[Or maybe the ones in the kitchen are from here? Huh. Either way, he's taking a bite; the sourness is tasty as hell, and he's digging it.

Weavile, meanwhile, relishes in the praise, and heads right up to Vanille. Well, go on. Pet him as his reward.]

[ravagers]

Agreed! I can't complain about the food, but there's just something about getting the food yourself, right?

[ Usually she likes sweeter things, but this is good, too. Vanille takes another bite before patting Weavile's head. ]

You did great! We won't have to suffer without yummy apples anymore.