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

[plegia]

Why not? What happened to you?

[iaspis]

I met people here.

You're free to make decisions for yourselves. Gems who serve Homeworld don't have that option.

[plegia]

Ah, so you really were the perfect soldier. But being incapable of making your own decisions... Well, it's unfortunate. You're better off exploring other worlds.

[iaspis]

Yes.

[......]

Gems grown on Earth have always been considered defective. For me to be gone for months, after such an important mission-- I'd probably be shattered. That's more than enough of a reason for me to never return.

[plegia]

That's certainly understandable. You didn't have a choice in coming here and you're stuck here until this whole thing is over, but once it is you're free! You can go wherever you want, do whatever you want, and never return to that oppressive life!

[iaspis]

Yes.

[....]

I don't even know if any of us will make it out of here alive.

[plegia]

It's certainly a concern, isn't it? All we can do is make it through one day at a time. Perhaps someday we'll escape.

[iaspis]

...we're probably running out of time.

How many more weeks until there aren't any more people who would act on one of his motives? Once we reach that point... we're probably in trouble.

[plegia]

I doubt he'll just kill us all. He'll probably do something like get rid of the food until someone kills. More desperate motives, that sort of thing.

[iaspis]

...Maybe.

I'm a little surprised it hasn't come to that already. It's probably because he hasn't thought of it before.

[plegia]

No, I'm sure he has. The whole point of this seems to be "what can I do to make you break" as opposed to "what will break you". It may not sound like there's much of a difference, but trust me, there is.

[iaspis]

[....]

If you're so sure.

[She'd be fine without the food, but she's also aware that being the lone sane one prooobably means she'd become a target, if she's not one already.]

Then our goal should be to find him before he gets a chance to do that.

[plegia]

Precisely. We need to figure out a way to draw him out, somehow. There must be something we can do!

[iaspis]

I agree. I'm just not sure how... He doesn't seem the sort to rise to bait.