Week 4.
Ashley Williams and Asuka Langley Shikinami have joined the ranks of the deceased. Two more deaths, two more people whose absences will be felt by the group; a bit over one-fifth of the Participants are dead. And this week, it seems everyone is feeling it. They say three times can be considered a routine, and the fourth week of the exercise isn't breaking pattern any. Saturday can be given to rest and sleep; on Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock. There are no more bodies, no more bloodstains; there's nothing else to be found this morning. Unless, of course, you count whatever you found last night, strange dreams or otherwise. Once again, there's a new floor to explore; after everything that trial decided to be yesterday, you deserve the reward. And for the second time, there are rule changes, effective immediately. You might want to take note of them. |
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[OOC: Welcome to week four 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, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]
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...he's faintly amused to see someone there, for obvious reasons.]
And here I thought you weren't one for living dangerously.
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I haven't gotten a chance to play recently. And I don't care to cower in my room. If someone really dislikes my playing that much, they can just say so.
[...maybe there's more to it than that, but.]
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...although, I would really hope no one would get that up in arms over someone playing the piano well.
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...thanks. I've played a lot more since coming here than I used to.
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And, well, renewing your interest in an old hobby is something, right?
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Maybe. I mostly used to play when I was sad.
[This is not to say that she's played a single cheerful thing since getting here.]
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[reaver, why.....]
...oh, well, should I encourage you to play more, then...?
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[Susan honestly didn't like Reaver, but he wanted out as much as anyone; perhaps more, considering. He'd have helped the group.]
I don''t mind. It's not like I'll play if I don't want to.
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...hah, that's true enough. I'm sure it's decent catharsis, anyway... or at least something to get your mind off things.
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[Shrug. Overall, he's Rick.]
It is a good distraction.
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I'd imagine so. Music was always the sort of thing I preferred to listen to rather than putting the time in to learn to play an instrument myself, but I always respect someone who actually went for it.
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I learned when I was a child. I guess I just kept up with it.
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Ah, that would do it. I was actually pretty singleminded as a kid, so it was only really just science and Pokemon.
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[Seems like a kid thing]
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[...see, there's cruelty because something is in your way or because being cruel will produce some kind of scientific result, but...]
That's incredibly unnecessary.
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I ended up having to deal with the pest control people myself. It was a lot of trouble.
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But pest control? They favor more...permanent means. And they're not paid by the city, so they'll come.
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It really is. We've always been at odds, he and I.
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[Memories. THEY'RE WEIRD]
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What sorts of cats do you like best, actually?
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