Week 3.

[trustharder]

WEEK 3 Another week has passed; two more Survivors are gone. Pearl and Caren both had someone to fight for, someone worth killing for; perhaps it's for the best to hope that somehow they've found peace despite not being able to collect on the Kingmaker's incentive. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; there aren't any bodies to be found on Sunday morning. That doesn't mean the night passed easily, though - it seems another piece of your personal puzzle may have fallen into place while you slept... Following that spiral staircase up to the second floor will reveal something strange; those stairs definitely lead far higher than you remember, up to a previously inaccessible third floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; consider it your reward for a job well done. SURVIVORS REMAINING: 23

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[OOC: Welcome to week two of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains!

The text and calling posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

Comments

[clubleader]

I could negotiate for you. [ But who knows if the Kingmaker would actually be up for negotiation. ]

Hmm... [ She bends down, going through some of the board games. ] There's Monopoly, which is a really long game about getting land and managing your money. Looks like there's some kind of knock-off Battleship here too.

[bloodisthicker]

...well, I wouldn't want anyone else to negotiate with him if they didn't have to, but if you think you could pull it off then by all means. I'd be happy to teach you to play if you manage it.

[he says, awash in dramatic irony]

...all right, what's Battleship like, since that sounds like it could actually be kind of fun.

[clubleader]

I'm pretty good at negotiating, I'll have you know. [ Comes with being an heir to an important family.

She digs out the box, setting it on top of one of the tables. ]

It's basically a guessing game! You put your own ships on certain parts of the board, and your opponent guesses a coordinate. If your opponent gets one of your ships, you tell them they "hit" it, but if they don't it's a "miss". The object of the game is to get all of your opponents ship off the field.

[bloodisthicker]

I usually am too, but there's a certain point where the other party is far too reprehensible for me to be able to engage in productive discussions with them. It's probably good to know your limits, right...

...and oh, that... sounds pretty fun, actually. I'd imagine there's still a lot of strategy to it, since you're still watching your opponent, even if you can't see their side of the field.

[clubleader]

Oh, definitely. I have no limits myself, though. [ Comes with the territory of her family though... ]

I have a great poker face, just so you know. [ But she smiles anyway, setting up the game. ]

[bloodisthicker]

Well, I'd imagine that's pretty convenient, when you get down to it. Do try and be careful, though, since he's...

[...he gestures in the way that one usually does when they don't want to say A HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE OF AN INDIVIDUAL WHO MIGHT KILL YOU FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES.]

But are you in politics, though.

[clubleader]

Not any nation-wide politics, but I am in all the village meetings. I'm the next head of my family.

[ And as she says that, she dumps all the game pieces out onto the table before scooping them into the right spots. ]

[bloodisthicker]

...yeah, I'd definitely say that counts. Local politics can sometimes be just as harrowing as politics on the national stage.

[...so which are his, then... hmmm...]

[clubleader]

Still, I'm sure national politics are a lot more fun... but it's probably just the same kinds of people that are prominent in local politics too.

[ She starts setting up the board, motioning to it once it's ready. ] Pick a side!

[bloodisthicker]

The one thing that can be said for national politics is that you're probably not going to run into your worst political enemy while you're shopping.

I'll take this one, then.

[HE'LL... GO ON THE RIGHT SIDE? front side? it's all relative.]