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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[plegia]

Bah, don't ask for forgiveness! It was a fair question and it's not like I was going to be asleep for much longer anyway!

[He waves it off easily.]

Good to know you won't have that weighing on you any, though. It really is strange to see you so worked up, you know!

[Might as well be an asshole though, just to reset the status quo!]

[elepe]

[Ah, there it is, there's the asshole. Lusamine's look goes directly from relatively pleased right back to annoyed.]

So I happen to get confused every once in a while. What of it? It's not like you had an answer either, you wretched man.

[plegia]

It was only a jest! Look at you, you get bent out of shape so easily! Careful now or I'll tease you more often!

[elepe]

You--

[...she can't even come up with a retort to that. God, her face feels like it's starting to burn just a bit from rising anger. Goddammit--]

Keep this up, and I'll invest in some duct tape to forcibly shut that trap of yours.

[plegia]

You woke me up, I'm really not sure what you were expecting from me!

[But he laughs and holds up his hands in surrender.]

You're safe for now, Lusamine! I won't tease you about it for the rest of this week, I promise!

[...IT'S THURSDAY YOU ASSHOLE]

[elepe]

[Some days Lusamine wonders why the hell she aligned herself with this. This is one of those days.]

There's only two more days left in this week.

[Said through gritted teeth. Why are you like this, Gangrel, god, it was a perfectly legitimate question--]

[plegia]

Two blissful days free from teasing! You really should be thanking me for being so generous!

[YEP. THIS IS IT. THIS IS WHAT YOU'VE CHOSEN TO ALIGN YOURSELF WITH. AND BOY IS HE ENJOYING IT.]

[elepe]

[Close eyes. Breathe. Smile.]

Keep it up, dear. There's more than enough duct tape in the storage room to deal with you.

[plegia]

How cruel! But I'll remain true to my word; I won't tease you any further this week! You're free to go!

[elepe]

Fine. I'll be taking my leave.

[This was certainly a conversation, jesus christ...]

...And stay safe, while you're at it.

[Considering what tomorrow is likely to bring...well, that's said more for her sake of mind than it is his, before she exits the room.]

[plegia]

[...Heh.]

You don't need to worry about me, Lusamine.

[But he holds up a hand to wave a lazy farewell.]

Next time you come calling do try to make it a bit later in the day, will you?