SENDOFF.

Jan. 1st, 2016 10:47 pm
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[ Does it ever stop?

Maybe not, but Jean doesn't actually have an issue with that. The immediately visible zombies have been taken care of and the group is ready for any others that might shamble their way. It's still the dead of the night as Jean moves about the town square, gathering up every last bit of dry wood he can find and building up the basis of what could become an impressive bonfire. Strangely, he leaves it unlit - or perhaps not so strangely, since it really should be time to move on.

Instead, Jean goes back - back into the school and through the hallways and down to the courtroom. He makes several side trips as he goes, gathering up rope and matches and spare blankets along the way. He's not particularly surprised to see that Kimblee's corpse has been a bit abused since they last left him, nor is he depressed or angry or pleased.

Kimblee got what he deserved.

Jean takes the time to carefully wrap Kimblee's corpse in the spare sheets and secure them with rope, more out of consideration for the more squeamish of his fellow survivors than any respect for Observant himself. Wrapping him up is pretty simple, luckily. Dragging him back up the stairs and all the way over to the bonfire is simple, but not easy. He's a big, heavy bastard as it turns out and the very first hints of dawn are glimmering on horizon by the time Jean finally gets him over to the bonfire. Unsurprisingly, Jean will happily accept any offers to help with the body moving process.

There's no pomp or ceremony to Kimblee's 'funeral'. There's no moment of silence, no carefully selected works, not even a few personal possessions tossed onto the pyre with their tormentor of the past two months. Jean simply kindles a few sparks at the base of pyre, and then steps back to watch the flames grow into a blaze and consume flesh and wood alike.

... He does take care to stand upwind of the pyre, however. Burning bodies aren't exactly a pleasant scent.
]

Escape.

Dec. 31st, 2015 03:00 pm
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All things considered, everything has gone very well for you all, hasn't it? Twenty-two people died, but thirty people will leave this building. Congratulations, you all deserve it.

Though with that said, you still need to find the way out. For those of you who explored the floors in the closed wing of the building during the final investigation, you might have noticed that there were two floors you didn't explore, below the one Sol and Weiss investigated.

That might be a good place to start. Once more, for old time's sake.

>Explore?
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The Conductor - Solf J Kimblee - is dead. You've won.

You have three new keys, a philosopher's stone, and twenty-three mysterious potions at your disposal.

You've had enough of people leading you around, haven't you? So now it's your turn to take initiative.

What will you do now?
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There are all sorts of secrets to this place, really, ways to get from place to place reasonably unnoticed. Some of those ways involve the ability to shift one's appearance, some of them involve shadows and vessels and darkness; for those without those sorts of gifts, though, one has to rely on more conventional means. Panels and doorways, joins and seams that don't join up quite right; portions of the wall that will open up if you manipulate them properly.

The Conductor himself tends to rely on the latter; he is, after all, entirely human.

He's thin, as though he doesn't eat terribly much, but his clothes are immaculate and sharply-tailored, a suit and long coat all in white and shades of pale grey; his hair is long, trailing at least halfway down his back in a thin, tightly-tied ponytail, and his eyes are cold when he moves to stand at the thirtieth podium – it's not his, it never has been, but it's going to do for now.

He doesn't seem anxious at all about being here; there's nothing nervous in his demeanor, and he's keeping his head up, perfectly willing to look everyone in the face. There's a definite arrogance about him, as is probably to be expected, though he'll certainly acknowledge everyone once he's there – when he bows it's enough to be respectful, but not nearly enough to expose the back of his neck.

When he speaks, his voice is recognizable but it's quiet, far moreso than one would assume him to be based on the volume of the intercom alone; his tone is even, almost unsettlingly calm given the circumstances, though there's a hardness to it that never quite goes away.

"It's a pleasure to speak to all of you in person; I'd say that it's almost a shame that the circumstances have to be what they are, but I'm not going to insult your intelligence like that."

He straightens up then; the smile he's offering is understated, but it's not particularly nice.

"I understand that we have a fair amount to discuss; shall we begin?"

Your host for the evening, everyone; let's start.
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A while after the seventh floor is accessed, after things have been looked over, the Conductor can be heard over the intercom; it seems that it's functioning in this side of the building as well.

"It seems that you've all been busy today; if you're interested in utilizing what you've found, meet down in the courtroom.

You've wanted your opportunity for a while now; far be it from me to withhold it from you any further."


The door at the bottom of the dormitory stairs, leading to the courtroom in the basement, is unlocked; let yourselves in.

There are so few of you now.

Cabanela's and Youko's photographs have joined the others in the circle, their pictures in monochrome, their podiums draped in black. The pit in the center of the circle remains dark, but the usual unnatural weight to the darkness isn't present today; there's still no seeing down into it properly, but it seems the shadows are gone.

As always, the proceedings are being watched from behind that panel of glass behind podium 30; from what can be seen of his actions and movements, he doesn't seem anxious at all. He's simply watching.

Calm though he seems, however, he isn't going to give everyone the usual nonsense today; there are no speeches to give, and he seems largely disinterested in trying to find one. Even so, the implication behind today is clear.

It's you against the guilty. Take control of your fate, and hold them responsible.

What he actually does say is simple. Straightforward.

"Let's begin, shall we?"
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You've all done very well to make it this far, but it's not over yet.

The Conductor has been silent for the past few days. An uneasy peace has fallen. No one else has died, but does that really mean we're getting close to the end?

But then, perhaps it's time to take some initiative of your own - to hold someone accountable for things they actually did, rather than punishing your own for acting out in a situation none of you asked to be in.

A couple of you have some unused keys that you might want to try to use on the seventh floor. There's a room along the southern wall that hasn't been opened yet; that might be a good place to start.

Are you ready for the final investigation?


[OOC: Once you've gotten the western wing of the building open, the floors you'll be working with will look like this, with rooms A and B on each floor open for investigation; the red area in the southwestern corner of the floorplan contains a spiral staircase that leads between floors, though after the fourth floor down, the door leading into the building proper will be locked. Those four floors are yours to explore, though!]
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Friday morning is blissfully uneventful; there aren't any bodies to be found today - of strangers or otherwise - nor are the remaining Participants awakening to any of the rooms covered in blood. The Conductor has remained largely distant from the rest of you since Wednesday morning; letters and phone calls are going unanswered, though at least the man's proven that he's still alive over there.

(Or, at least, that somebody is still alive over there. You're not completely on your own, anyway, though whether that's a blessing or a curse is a little difficult to say.)

That isn't to say that there isn't any strangeness happening today, however...


[A - WE ABSOLUTELY PROMISE IT IS NOT MURDER UP HERE]
Anyone going up to the seventh floor this morning (you know, possibly to make sure no one else fucking died because it's been an excellent week for everybody dying) will find something odd right away, as they're coming up the stairs.

Namely, that it seems really bright up there? Like unusually bright. Overly so. Not like everything's burning up there, it doesn't seem like fire - if anything, the light seems closer to white than the orange that one would expect from flames.

You might want to see what that is. Just saying.

>Explore?


[B - EAT, DRINK AND BE MERRY]
First of all, there's a fresh pot of tea set out in the kitchen in the morning, for anyone who wants some; later, anyone wandering into the dining hall this evening will find that they've been...largely provided for today, strangely enough. Spread out on the tables there's a good amount of food and other gifts; it seems like somebody was feeling thoughtful.

Or, upon closer inspection, perhaps several someones.

Gifts and what have you are as follows: )

Last but not least, there are letters for all of you; some have been left on the fridge, some are elsewhere in the dining hall. But they're definitely there.

Looks like you're still being looked out for, guys.
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Wednesday morning is off to a strange start.

Anyone awake shortly after the morning chimes go off will be greeted with the mildly bizarre sight of candles set up in rows along the hallways; they seem to be forming a path leading somewhere upstairs.

It seems your friends are still looking out for you. It also seems like they're probably doing it for a good reason, because...

...Is that something burning? It smells like something may have been burning in the ballroom at one point during the night.

You might want to. Look into that.

>Explore?

Week 8.

Dec. 20th, 2015 02:57 pm
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WEEK 8

Two more are gone this week; Sukuyo Mankanshoku and Cabanela have joined the ranks of those that have been lost to the Academy, and the number of living Participants is now down to less than a third of its original size.

Saturday is dedicated to rest and sleep; on Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock. You're safe for the time being. Unless, of course, your dreams feel like telling you otherwise...

There are no more floors for you to explore today; it seems the Conductor meant it when he said there were seven floors to this building. There's nowhere else for you to go today, it seems; hopefully the week will improve as it wears on.

Maybe not.

Either way, something is going to change soon. It has to.

PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 9

PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 8


SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY


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[ Jean isn't much for writing notes, especially not nine identical ones. So once the group exit's the courtroom, but before they've dispersed... ]

I'm not as good at it as Mordecai or Sukuyo were, but gonna make stew for anyone who wants some.

[ ... and that's it. Jean sets off on his own after that, hands in his pockets and gaze on the floor as he meanders away. The stew he opts to make is a simple but hearty beef and vegetables affair. It's nothing fancy, but it'll fill everyone up. There is, however, a single note in the kitchen itself. ]

Let's gather in the bar tonight instead.

[ After all, while someone may have died in there, at least they didn't die earlier that same day. ]
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After a while, the door at the bottom of those stairs unlocks and it swings open gently of its own accord, allowing everyone back down into the courtroom; it's not as bad as it was last week, but again, there are decidedly fewer of them than there were last time.

The podium circle has changed once again, with Rick, Tabby and Sukuyo joining the ranks of the deceased, their podiums draped with black cloth and adorned with greyscale photographs. The shadows are quiet down in the darkness of the pit; for the time being, it's hard to say what the pit itself looks like after the explosion last week.

One way or another, we'll find out by the end of the day.

As usual, the proceedings are being watched from behind that panel of glass behind podium 30; he'll speak as soon as everyone has found their place in the circle.

"Familial has been taken from you. Regardless of what her affiliation was – whether she was with me or the lot of you – you know what you have to do by now. There can be no hesitation; you should offer no mercy.

It's you against the guilty. Take control of your fate, and hold them responsible.
"

Ten Participants remain. However many more we lose today is up to you.

Seventh.

Dec. 18th, 2015 03:00 pm
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There are so few of you now.

The past week was a veritable bloodbath, leaving the surviving Participants cut down to almost a third of their original number. Between that, the moratorium on speaking to the dead, and the incentive this Tuesday indicating the possibility that there was no trust to be had among the group from the start...

Well, it doesn't look good, does it?

On the other hand, people have been careful, and they've been trying to keep up hope; perhaps there will be a chance that there's no murder today.

Just the same, you should probably check the first floor thoroughly.

You know.

Just in case.

>Explore?
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[ Early Saturday morning, long before the meeting could reasonably be expected to take place, there's a fresh note slipped under everyone's doors:

Please bring as many letters from the Conductor as you saved. Not only yours, but those of the deceased, if you have them/COULD find them. We NEED to compile what we know.

In the hopes of easing any understandable reluctance, every letter brought grants you the right to hear one of my secrets/embarrassing stories at your leisure.

Wow, that must have been a pain to write 10 times... let alone 26, just in case anyone else has been playing musical rooms. Or maybe Youko had insomnia last night. Who knows? What matters is that she'll be in the Conference Room from 9AM onwards, nursing a cup of that Anteiku Coffee and writing things sporadically into a notebook from time to time. She's... also still wearing Logan's spare goddamn clothes, because apparently that is going to be a thing.

But hey: at least there's two large plates piled with biscuits/cookies and the fancy candies from the kitchen! As well as 11 plates because we are not savages, oh my god. ]

Week 7.

Dec. 13th, 2015 03:04 pm
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WEEK 7

Seven people died this past week. Logan, Marty McFly, Mordecai Benmont Jiminy, Hibiki Ganaha, Yuuri Shibuya, Rick Sanchez, and Tabby Smith have all joined the deceased. It's starting to get a little lonely in here, isn't it? Especially now that there's a rule in place regarding establishing contact with your dead friends...

Saturday is dedicated to rest and sleep; on Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock. The stairwells are clear of bodies; there's no more death to be dealt with for the time being. Unless, of course, you happened to recover something particularly unfortunate in your dreams...

Once again, there's a new floor to explore, though it's...debatable how much of a reward it actually is. There aren't any more stairs, either; it seems as though you've reached the top floor.

Furthermore, there are more rule changes this week - two more have been added outside of Rule Seventeen, effective immediately. Good work everyone, once again one of the culprits has ruined something for everybody. At least it wasn't the silverware this time.

PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 11


SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week seven 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 as well!

The Letters and Switchboard posts are still active to be used at your leisure, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here!]
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Rule 17 hits like a gutpunch. The plan she'd talked about, as improbable as it already was, had just become much harder.

But something - someone - digs its heels in inside her, the same way it did prior to their most recent trial. The presence of their latest, insurmountable hurdle, has the odd effect of only making Youko more determined.

They're going to win.

There's hot soup, rice, and tea in the kitchen. We're holding a meeting tomorrow morning in the conference room. I want you to be there.

- Youko
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And when the door at the bottom of those stairs unlocks and it swings open gently of its own accord, allowing everyone back down into the courtroom, there are decidedly fewer of them than there were just a few days ago.

The change in the podium circle is massive this time; Dio, Logan, Marty, Yuuri, Hibiki and Mordecai have all joined the ranks of the deceased, their podiums adorned with black cloth and greyscale photographs. Furthermore, the mass of shadows in the pit at the center seems agitated again, shifting and breaching upward toward the glass if one looks at it long enough.

It's been something of a bad week, to put it gently.

Not that it's evident from the Conductor's behavior; as usual, the proceedings are being watched from behind that panel of translucent glass behind podium 30, and he'll speak as soon as everyone has found their place in the circle. His words are a bit more rapid than usual; he seems interested in this one.

"Temporal, Lucent, Vivacious and Universal...all four of them have been taken from you. Does whomever is responsible for this really deserve your compassion? There can be no hesitation; you should offer no mercy.

It's you against the guilty. Take control of your fate, and hold them responsible.
"

Thirteen Participants remain. You've lost five people this week, and eight since the last investigation; we'll see how many more you lose today.

Sixth.

Dec. 11th, 2015 03:00 pm
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Between the notable absence of three people after last weekend's trial and the shadow creature making a rather bloody appearance in the halls above the basement, this past week has put strain on the group. However, the sixth floor's opening has perhaps given a bit of hope to those that remain; after all, there are only seven floors in this building. And there was no real incentive this week, either; perhaps the Conductor has lost interest and is becoming bored with toying with the lot of you. Or perhaps you're coming close to fulfilling the win conditions – wouldn't that be nice?

Either way, surely it has to stop soon.

Friday dawns like the rest of the week before it – i.e., way too early for anyone's liking. Unfortunately, it's also highly possible that it's dawned like the rest of the Fridays before it as well – i.e., utterly soaked in death. Only one way to find out, isn't there?

Thankfully, the lower floors remain corpse-free; there's nothing too noticeable that's off regarding the first, second and third floors. It's as you're climbing the stairs to the fourth and turning into the hallway there that you start getting the impression that...well.

You're going to have a bad time.

>Explore?
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[Well, that sure did happen.

Logan is dead, and for once the rest of the students were all there to bear witness. After that, does anybody really want to lie alone in their dark bedrooms all night?

Of course not. That's why people are gathering in the dining hall. It's still dark, but the room is lit with a hastily-assembled host of candles, mostly forming a protective half-circle around the far corner of the room. There's also at least one garbage-can fire, courtesy of Sukuyo. Will that be enough to keep the shadows at bay? Only one way to find out...

There's pillows and blankets too, but try not to fall asleep out here. Keep an eye out for any neighbors who might be nodding off too. That would be against the rules, and there's been more than enough punishment for one night.]
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[For whatever reason, it seems tonight isn't a particularly good night.

It's difficult to say what's changed, but it's obvious that something has; there's a heavy feeling in the air, strange and suffocating and restless, sending pinpricks across your skin and down your spine. The feeling that comes when you're ascending stairs from a darkened lower floor and that unwanted voice at the back your mind kicks in and starts yelling halfway up, urging you to run, because even though you know that logically there's nothing there, your lizard brain has decided that there might be and that's more than enough to start screaming.

It's a nasty feeling. It's just hard to say why it's there.

Those patrolling tonight or otherwise out on the first floor after nighttime hits will have it particularly bad; the darkness isn't particularly pleasant on most nights, especially now that everyone knows a few new things about what our shadowfriend down in the pit is capable of, but everything seems volatile tonight. Thick and heady and almost writhing, tension-wise. The dorm rooms are safe, but the rest of the floor...well.

The rest of the floor will finally be seeing what the dead tried to warn them about.

It's mostly collected near the foyer, around that large clock in the center; it looks strange at first, but like something you need to stare at to really perceive – nondescript shadows on the walls and floor where there's nothing to cast them. But eventually...eventually they seem to get bolder. Moving.

And if one were to look hard enough – because it is very, very hard to see – there's very definitely a shape to imply that there's something there. Physically present. In the room with you.

...It's going to be a bad night.]

Week 6.

Dec. 6th, 2015 03:54 am
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WEEK 6

Losing three people in one week isn't very nice, is it? Morty Smith, Rakka, and Dio Brando have all joined the deceased. It will be hard to forget them. It will be even harder to forget that execution and Dio's flying, screaming head.

Life must go on though and as usual, the group has at least a little bit of time to recover. Saturday can be dedicated to rest and sleep; on Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock. The stairwells are clear of bodies; there's no more death to be dealt with for the time being. Unless, of course, you happened to recover something particularly unfortunate in your dreams...

Once again, there's a new floor to explore; your reward for doing your job well.

Some of your antics have resulted in more rule changes, effective immediately. You might want to avoid breaking those if you're fond of staying alive.

But then again, there are ghosts. Maybe dying wouldn't be so bad after all.

PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 18

PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 17


SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week six 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 as well!

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

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