trusthell | WEEK 6.

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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Sort of. My foster mom taught me a few things when I was younger. The rest is procedural.

Foster mom? Oh... Aah- forgive me, if you don't want questions about such a thing, I just- aah, there's a little girl I know, who I was reminded of...for a moment.

It's not a big deal.

As I was told, my biological mother died shortly after I was born. My father, as far as anyone could tell, had disappeared off the face of the planet.

It was a little dicey, but there was an old lady that didn't want me to grow up on the streets that took me in. Asked specifically, if I remember.

...I'm glad. You got along with her, it sounds like? Too many stories of foster children, having troubles, I... I'd hope that wasn't the same for you, Phi.

She really understood me, so we got along very well. That's about all there is to say about our relationship.

[Ordinarily, it would take a lot of talent to grasp someone else so thoroughly.]

I'm relieved to hear as much. Aah, excuse my worrying, it's been on my mind a lot lately.

[...]

How have you been, this week?

Worn out, for most of it. Whatever happened to me last Friday really did a number on me.

[Terrible headache, simply awful.]

Oh, right, you were very disoriented last weekend... Do you think it was from stress? Sickness? Get some good rest tonight, okay?

Who knows. Even with all this downtime, we don't have a healing room here so we've just had to make do with what there actually is.

[Isn't that a confusing term, though?]

A...healing room...? Don't you just mean a clinic?

[OH YAY ONE MORE ZERO ESCAPE CONFUSION THREAD]

Oh. No, not like the two of those we have here.

[Why two, though?]

I'm talking about a room for psychological recovery.

...A...mental hospital...?

That would be one way of putting it...

[that on top of it secretly having the History Eraser Button? She's never going back.]

Although why you'd put in an elaborate wall hologram system is beyond me.

[Hanyuu stares at Phi for a good long moment.]

I-I... I'm afraid this is something else I'm...very puzzled about, regarding your world... A what...?

It had some fancy thing where you could make the walls look like... well, maybe not whatever you want since we just had a few presets, but several things.

One of which was a rapidly moving sky.