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!]

Comments

[matchbreaker]

[ The games the other night has really done something for her mood. Even if the whole affair had been deeply stupid, it brought a smile to the woman's face, even in the morning. Also a desire for a crown.

... Honestly, it was probably a little bit denial-based. Or escapism? Really though, that's fine. Elda goes to the the vending machine today and gets... fun? Stuff. A fair bit of fun stuff. Once she moves it to a combination of Rooms 11 and 20, Elda puts on the gift from Orihime to see how it fits (pretty well, all things considered!) and then sets up shop elsewhere with those 20 megaphones. Or at least a dozen or so of them.

Namely, she spreads them all out on the dining room table and uses one of hem to call for for whoever comes past: ]

Come on, get a free megaphone! I don't need all these! They sure make a lot of noise!

[ Later in the day, though, she's making a much more subdued noise, she's going to the ballroom (she could have gone to the music room, but nah...) to practice on the piano there, trying to work out her old memories about how to play the thing. ... Or, as Guzma put it, more "freestyling" than anything. ]

dining room

[firstaid]

[She looks at the table and...]

I already have one of those.

[Why are there so many now?]

[matchbreaker]

Oh, really?

[ A beat. ]

Want another? You can hold two?

[firstaid]

One is loud enough, I think.

[And knowing who it really belongs to, well, she's not sure if she wants another reminder.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Into the megaphone: ]

Are you sure?!

[firstaid]

[Ah yes, she remembers it being loud.]

Y-yes, I'm rather sure.

[matchbreaker]

[ Still megaphoning: ]

I don't know, this is pretty fun, I think!!

[firstaid]

It is, but... I see no use for it. I don't use the one in my room at all, really.

[Except once when she was rather upset and she screamed into a megaphone.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Megaphone: ]

You can definitely make sure people hear you!

dining room

[acherontiastyx]

...

Aw yes. Megaphones. I want that stuff.

[matchbreaker]

Then go one and take one! I'm sure you of all people can think of good uses for it.

[acherontiastyx]

Heeeck yeah.

I guess the Wordsmith just isn't gonna pick it up if he sees the call's from me now, though.

[matchbreaker]

I can assure you he's already on edge from that airhorn people have been using.

[acherontiastyx]

Oh, good. I wasn't sure if it took.

[matchbreaker]

He told me he's considered changing his rules to ban it!

[acherontiastyx]

Seriously? He couldn't be more of a square if he found out he was literally just a cube.

[matchbreaker]

Truly! I called him a few weeks hence and he told me that he wouldn't tolerate me blowing the horn if I had it and he's considering banning it.

Dining Room

[elepe]

[Well, as much as Lusamine had intended to make the crown a bit of a terrible thing...she could not deny the fact that a crown should be proper. Beautiful, even. Even if it was for a silly purpose.

So when she goes into the dining room and sees Elda, she goes right up to her while holding the crown of purple carnations and dahlia out.]

How about we make a trade instead, hm?

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh... Oh wow! ]

You actually made one?! I do hope Silver gets one too!

[ But all the same, she's actually leaping up out of her chair, her eyes shining a little to see the result! This. Sounds fun? Yes, Fun. ]

[elepe]

I am still trying to decide what flowers will look best. I simply can't stand to do something without putting every bit of effort into it.

[She'll do Elda one better, actually--she walks over and puts the crown right on Elda's head, smiling at the way the flowers match. She mostly picked them for color, and it seems like it fits nicely...]

There you are. I hope you find it satisfactory, hm?

[matchbreaker]

[ Score. She preens to have the thing put on her head, even if it might be a crown for awful. It's a fun gift! Okay! That said... ]

Oh, now you're going to make me go find a mirror. I'm sure I look about as good as you with your own crown!

[ She giggles a little for it, actually. ]

[elepe]

Do you not trust that I would make sure to make it beautiful?

[Lusamine looks mock offended, but she laughs never the less.]

I would certainly hope so. I chose flowers that would match with you...I simply couldn't do anything less. That is the whole purpose of these crowns, is it not?

[matchbreaker]

Well there is something to be said about Flower Language as well, I suppose! ... But no, no, under the context of it being related to that card game, we may as well focus on more simple things, like appearance.

[ A sage nod. ... But then sort of making sure it didn't slip ]

[elepe]

Ah, flower language? I am afraid I am not familiar with the intricacies of it, but I know of a few. Neither of the flowers I used, however.

[...hmm. You know.]

I believe those are...purple carnations, and dahlia. Do those have some kind of meaning to them?

[matchbreaker]

Dahlia... Dahlia.

... Honestly, all of those can be so vague. But dignity, grace. Good taste? [ Perhaps a little instability, depending, but hey. ]