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

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY | SATURDAY

[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]

[ Soft, huh?

She motions him over towards her. Will he accept, and get within range she can reach out and grab him while she's still blinded? ]

[feistytrader]

[...Well, he walked himself into this one. He suspects that something's going to happen, but he does trust Elda not to mess him up, so he comes closer despite that seeming like a pretty stupid idea. He can reap what he sows.]

[matchbreaker]

[ And she...

Yanks on him hard. She reaches around his body and pulls his shoulders in close, intending to get his face right up to hers. And then she nuzzles her face against his. She's laughing as she does, worming close to him despite the weird angle. And she... ]

I will be as soft as I damned well please! An old lady can be allowed that, for a dear ... [ . . . She still can't say family, ] child!

[feistytrader]

[...He was expecting something, but it certainly wasn't this. He doesn't protest too much, at least- he's used to it by now from both Gold and big sis- and he'll even bend over a little to make it easier for her to grab him despite the height difference.]

I'm sorry. Be as soft as you'd like.

[matchbreaker]

Good, glad you can understand that!

[ After all, Silver is hers. She's not sure ... what. Sort of hers? But hers. Definitely hers! ... That said, it might not have been smart to lean in because now in her powerful arms her was not only getting snuggled at the face but also getting yanked into a "hug" where her arms were around his neck.

... That might be a bit painful really. ]

[feistytrader]

[-Good to know that Elda really is just like Gold, oh god, he can't breathe-]

Y-yeah. Crystal clear.

[matchbreaker]

[ More hugging, more hugging... and then as the blindfold slips off from the snuggling, he's free! ]