WEEK 8.

[trustwellness]

WEEK 8 Orihime Inoue and Mikazuki Munechika are dead thanks to the Wordsmith's motive. While only two have died this past week, it feels much emptier around here now. There's only ten of you left. There's so few of you now. 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... Unfortunately, regardless of how well you may or may not have done this week, it seems that there's nothing else for you here. No new floors have opened up below the seventh; it looks like for now, that truly is all. Perhaps it's a good sign. Perhaps it's one of the worst yet. Only time will tell. APPRENTICES REMAINING: 10 APPRENTICES REMAINING: 8

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[OOC: Welcome to week eight 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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MESSAGE.

[wordsmithery]

[This morning passes relatively quietly; the time at which the Wordsmith usually addresses you with an incentive of some sort actually passes without incident today.

Perhaps he's busy; perhaps he's grown tired of you. Perhaps he just wants to see what you'll do at this point.

Either way, it seems he doesn't want much to do with you now; granted, it's also possible that he doesn't particularly have to do anything, judging by the writing on the chalkboard in the conference room today.

It doesn't really look like Noir's; it doesn't look like anyone's you'll recognize, either. It's eight words, the handwriting thick and blocky but simple.]

DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD SAVE THEM?

[matchbreaker]

[ Still no replies from the dead in the mailroom, and then no ping from the Wordsmith. No reply from Noir on Sunday, and in the absence of any other things to do, any other thoughts other than to "prepare" in the same way her and Silver had plotted, Elda sort of marches down to the chalkboard sometime in the later morning.

. . .

What the fuck. Who the hell is that?

Elda of course writes back, expecting a response, something to the effect of "who the hell are you" and when nothing comes after five minutes, after ten, she grits her teeth and glares at the chalkboard. And then finally, not even sure how she feels about this, how she's going to respond (well there has to be a meeting now, and that's going to be hard...) she scrawls right below the message: ]

YES

[ And then puts down a heavy period. ]

[feistytrader]

[Silver wanders in to check on the chalkboard, and... That's... The last thing he wanted to see today, really. He doesn't recognize that handwriting- is it the Wordsmith's? He should have written to him before this, maybe someone else will know- but he does know that he wants to write something on there too.]

We're going to save them, whether you like it or not.

[acherontiastyx]

[...his face goes kind of white, and his knuckles go whiter.

He picks up a piece of chalk.]

i believe you can eat [ah, fuck, it broke from pressing too hard, hang on] shit, asshole

[oyashiromama]

[... That's not something she wants to see today. The moment Hanyuu walks into the room, she freezes. ...But then she storms over and grabs a piece of chalk. In fact- Hanyuu doesn't care if it's going to erase, each night, as everything resets, she will come back, each day, and rewrite. She has a single furious message, that she will...not write just a single time. She won't...]

I WILL NEVER GIVE UP.
I WILL NEVER GIVE UP.
I WILL NEVER GIVE UP.
I WILL NEVER GIVE UP.
I WILL NEVER GIVE UP.
I WILL NEVER GIVE UP.

[She keeps writing it. She will until her the chalk's so small she can barely hold it. No one responding just makes her more determined. If she has to scream into the void, she will. But if there's even a chance someone out there will see, she will not stop.]

[feistytrader]

[...Silver reaches for her hand to stop her for a minute, then makes a quick correction.]

I WILL NEVER GIVE UP.
WE WILL NEVER GIVE UP.

[Once that's done, he'll join her on her quest to fill up every damn chalkboard in this room.]

[elepe]

[...you know, of all the rooms she had never bothered to see for herself, the conference room is one she's been kind of kicking herself for. She never saw a reason for it, really, and she had more to worry about.

Still, she decides to go in and check it out, thinking it might be a good idea to talk to the person in the chalkboard...and...

...well, considering how fast she turns on her heel and gets right the hell out, she's not happy. In fact, the farthest thing from happy. She didn't want to be right.]

[firstaid]

[Estelle doesn't even know what to do when she sees the message in the conference room.

She just... falls to her knees.

Hope? She can't find it anymore.

What can they do? What can she do now that she's broken to pieces, it feels like?]

[sportadork]

[... well lusamine sure high-tailed it out of here but at least he can deal with the emotional wreck that didn't run away.

he crouches next to her, a hand on her shoulder.]

It's going to be okay. Our friends are much more clever than he is; they'll be safe.

[firstaid]

I... what if they're really gone? I had held on to the hope... to that hope...

[She doesn't want to think this is final, but it's so hard right now... so hard.]