Trustfell 4: Trust Fall or Die Hard (
trustwellness) wrote in
trusthell2017-03-19 11:50 am
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
WEEK 9.
The only two deaths this past week were due to rule violations; Bruce Wayne and Kimihiro Watanuki have joined the deceased. The deceased, however, still seem to be among you - that is, if Noir is to be believed. Either way, one thing is clear: for the first time in two months, a week has passed where no one has murdered. With no trial, Saturday is relatively quiet. 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... Once again, there are no new floors available to you; is this a good sign, or just claustrophobic? Either way, the air has been seeming a little heavier nowadays, despite the lack of murder - but who knows, maybe it's all in your head. |
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week nine 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!]
no subject
Come in, Silver. ...Elda? Do you mind, if we have him over for the night?
no subject
... No, I suppose not.
[ With a sigh. ]
no subject
[Since you two, are, you know... Anyway.]
Let me grab some pillows.
[He'll be back in a moment.]
no subject
[...and then turns to Elda, voice low-]
Thank you. I know that couldn't have been easy, but- ...I'm sure he's scared.
no subject
[ She... is blushing though, now managed to change into her jammies entirely, and back to patting her hair, now facing the door. ]
He simply seems too old to need a parent.
no subject
Mm, he carries himself well, but... [She doesn't want to...share too much, but-] Age has nothing to do with it. It seems to me, when a parental figure would have done him good, he had few to turn to, so...I'll open my door any time, especially given the circumstances.
no subject
[ She shoot back, quipping just a little as she calls into the bathroom, trying to mat down her hair more.
... Elda's top is already wet, there was no escape ]
no subject
...You said so yourself, he is perhaps even more yours. Would you really turn him away?
no subject
[ Sigh. ]
Though it does seem strange to have in in my bed.
no subject
[...because her little sweet girl has grown into a little troll but-]
no subject
Guys, she didn't even say you could...
[Uh. He brought pillows!]
no subject
What.
The fuck.
SHE- bares her fangs at them, to assert dominance. ]
I should have seen that coming.
no subject
Ah.]
Aah... Au. Hello, all of you. [...She'll walk over and pet Weavile and Aibo.]
no subject
I'm sorry.
[Why are you guys like this. Aibo and Weavile appreciate being pet, but Honchkrow's going to butt in to try to get pet too. ...Polibo waits politely, at least.]
no subject
And crowding her off the bed? ]
no subject
N-now, now there's room enough...for everyone...
[help]
no subject
Silver picks up Honchkrow and finds a corner to get settled in, however; he's got his pillow on the wall to lean back on. ...There isn't enough room for him, and he's imposing. He can take the floor.]
no subject
We took in a boy and got a zoo, didn't we?
no subject
Oh, Silver, you can come closer, you know? I wouldn't want you all the way over there.