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Rachel looks a bit conflicted about what should happen from here; Lisbeth is still on the floor, but she's told her what she should do, and so... Well, she's never really been good at saying no, though she does walk up and reach out to pet Lisbeth's hair gingerly for a moment before turning to everyone else.

"We should leave."

And with that, the courtroom changes, all at once; it was one thing, and then quite simply it isn't, and the podium circle has been replaced with a round spread of consoles wrapping around a center spire. The room is no longer concrete and steel, but rather stark white, all done up in glossy tile that looks like it'd crack if you hit it hard enough with something – that said, it's not recommended to try, given that it's just as indestructible as everything else in the building.

Rachel approaches the consoles, reaching out to touch them, fingers tapping gently against several of the unmarked buttons; it's probably not precisely necessary for her to do so, given the state of things, but she seems to like doing it, so do it she shall. There are a pair of slots that look like keycards are required; she glances at them for a second before manipulating more buttons, causing a small panel to open up in front of her – it looks like an authorization mechanism of some sort, the kind that you press your hand against to get it to recognize you.

"It's going to be a bit jarring when you wake up; sorry about that, but you've been asleep for a really long time. I'd suggest giving it a moment."

She pauses, though, once that's out there, glancing back at everyone.

"I'll be on the other side with you, but not like this. We can still talk, though, if you like."

And with that she just turns and presses her hand against the panel without waiting for an answer; the next thing you're aware of is the flash.

trustbound

Perhaps there's an expectation of a grand entrance here – something over-the-top and loud and flashy, something that speaks to either ego or a desire for a certain kind of presentation. But the fact of the matter is that nothing like that comes. There's just a light tapping in the direction of the stairs that lead back up to the dorms, like something's entering the room, something small and light and as it comes closer, there's an enthusiastic little jingling noise that comes with it.

And then there is catfriend, making its way down the last of the steps and coming to a stop near the door, where it sits casually and calmly until something, inexplicably, seems to shift.

It's difficult to say what it is, but it's apparent that something in the room has bent in a way that it shouldn't – it's the sort of jolt that comes with a sudden earthquake, a brief shock down the spine and then there's someone here that quite simply wasn't before.

And whatever those in the room were expecting out of Jericho, it...likely isn't the person who's standing in front of them, near the thirty-sixth podium where Rachel has moved easily out of the way to allow the woman who's appeared from seemingly out of nowhere to take her place.

Her hair is long and brown, similar to Alena's, done up in a thick plait that she's got pulled over one shoulder; she isn't particularly attractive, and not pretty in the way that Alena and Hilda were. She's just kind of plain, with eyes that are a little too large and wide-set for her head, and though she's fairly tall and well-built for a woman it's not in the same way that Sigrun was – its softer, in a way that doesn't suit the hardness in her expression. She's dressed simply, in the way that the clothes in the closet upstairs were simple – a dress that's well-fitted but plain, with brown knee-high boots under it.

She glances over at the cat, which makes its way over and jumps up onto the podium in front of her, where it proceeds to curl up and set its head down as though asleep – though it's very clearly watching the rest of the room.

The woman sets her hand atop the cat's back lightly, smiling a bit to herself before looking back up at the group; the smile doesn't leave her, though it seems more than a bit forced – but when she speaks, while her voice sounds different (it's higher, lighter in pitch) it's incredibly obvious that the cadence and delivery are exactly the same as what you've been hearing over the public-address system for the past ten weeks.

"Hey, guys – well, I guess you got what you wanted. And congratulations, it's going to be a complete waste of time! Let's not pretend that we're here to make friends or play nice with each other; Rule Five's still in place, but damn if I don't expect to hear you guys whine at me for the next couple of hours until we decide that this is pointless, face-to-face meetings always kind of suck, and the universe is a cold, unfeeling place.

But you know what, while we're all here and staring at each other – my name is Lisbeth Larimore. Though I guess for the past two and a half months, you've been calling me Jericho.

Let's see what you guys have to say, and how things look coming out the other side."

That odd, overly-bright smile still hasn't left her face.

"And as always, do your best!"

Your hostess for the evening, everybody. Let's begin.

trustbound

A while after that space behind and above the game room has been accessed, after things have been looked over, Jericho can be heard over the intercom; apparently, it works over in that area as well.

"Wow, you guys really are having a great time going through our stuff, aren't you? Good for you! Seriously, look at all of you go, utilizing Rule Four and everything. It's cute as hell.

I'm guessing you want something out of all of this, though – I mean, we absolutely could leave you there to just sort of mull things over until somebody else dies, but that seems like a waste of everybody's time, and believe it or not, I'm not too crazy about wasting tme.

So if you're all happy with what you found, go ahead and head down to the courtroom – as always, we'll be waiting for you."

And as he's said, the door the courtroom below is unlocked and open when you arrive; as always, feel free to follow that darkened stairwell down to that familiar room made of concrete and steel.

There are so few of you now.

Kyrie's photograph has joined the others in the circle that have their pictures in monochrome, their podiums draped in black – but notably, the podiums have all been rearranged. There are definite patterns to it, if you look; either way, feel free to find and take your place.

The pit in the center of the circle remains darkened, but it isn't as though it matters much for the time being, given that there would be no one in it; after all, the thirty-sixth podium, across from all of you, is occupied.

Hilda is standing there, dressed in black as always, a notebook folded tightly against her chest – not the notebook that killed Aligula, but a nice leatherbound one. She looks at everyone expectantly as they walk in; the implication is incredibly clear.

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

When she does speak, it's simple and straightforward, especially as compared to Jericho's rambling.

"Let's begin, shall we?"

trustfellows

Friday morning dawns like the rest of the week before it, with the chiming of the clock and the doors to the kitchen unlocking; once again, there's no announcement from Jericho, and everything seems to be largely quiet.

Noticeably quiet, really, given that there are only eight of you left.

However, quiet tends to be a good thing around here, overall; it means you're free to go about your business like you usually would. There are a couple of things to note, however, as your morning proceeds onward and begins to creep into afternoon.

The first is that Rin's unlockable box has started making a strange mechanical whirring sound.

The second is that sometime slightly after noon, the power to the building suddenly and abruptly goes out, casting everything into darkness.

Interesting.

heritrix

[Throughout the day on Monday, everyone still left in the building will find a handwritten invitation delivered to them at some point or another, along with a bonus sheet of paper.

WHO: You! WHAT: Fun and games! WHERE: The roof WHEN: 6 o'clock Hey, everyone. It's been quiet around here lately, so let's keep our spirits up and have some fun! The sun might not be shining, but we still have a great view of the stars, and somewhere warm to watch them from. Food and drink will be provided, so just bring yourself (and your bingo sheet!), and we'll enjoy each other's company. - Rin Tohsaka

There aren't any decorations upstairs, but there will be food and drink as promised, and lots of variety. Curry, soup and sandwiches, parfaits, homemade potato chips, a cheese plate; Rin went all out. For sweets, there's chocolate chip cookies and a lemon meringue pie, with milk or juice (that looks like it was made from scratch) to wash it down with. Alcohol too, if that's your thing. There's even a bloody mary for Elda, somehow.

As you might guess from the invitation, the bonus piece of paper delivered with the invites is a blank bingo sheet! Whether it's when the invites are delivered or when they come to the party, Rin will give everyone instructions on how to fill it out, and how the game is played.

~~HUMAN~~ GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER BINGO

Fill out the sheet with 24 simple facts about yourself! They should be anything you're comfortable sharing with others, and most importantly they must be true
Share sheets with one another! If you have something in common with what's on another person's sheet, you can sign off on that square.
Players may sign up to two squares on one another's sheets, but only two! Normally you'd only collect a single signature, but this is a small group.
When one row has five signatures horizontally, vertically, or diagonally, that's a BINGO!
Whoever has the most BINGOs at the end of the night wins!

That should about cover it. But yeah, it's a game designed for the group to maybe get to know each other a little better. Discussion is encouraged, not just for what you have in common, but what you don't! What's most important is everyone have fun.]

trustfellows

WEEK 10
For the first time since this all started, no one has died. A solid week has passed without your numbers dropping any and while it might not seem like much, it is a victory. Maybe you really are capable of getting through this without any more deaths. Maybe this past week has reinvigorated you.

Maybe there's something you can do.

Come Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock and there are no dead bodies to be found, so it can be assumed that all of you are safe for the time being. That said, you won't be feeling a little groggy when you wake up; it seems you've run out of memories to regain. You should be all caught up now.

As before, there isn't a new floor at the start of the week; however, you do have what you found on Friday to keep you occupied. The windows outside will never show you daylight; the night seems steady and unending, never ticking over to daylight, and there's a good amount of snowfall that seems to be happening outside. But the indoors is warm, at least.

Maybe something will change, if you keep your morale high enough.

PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 8

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week ten 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 Coordinators, you can do so through private meetings with Hilda!]

trustfellows

Friday morning dawns like the rest of the week before it, with the chiming of the clock and the doors to the kitchen unlocking; it seems incredibly likely that the timer does seem to have been turned off, as Jericho had said it would be, because there's no announcement from him to wake you up today – nothing informing you that someone has been dragged out of bed due to random selection, nothing urging you to come to the foyer because there's some sort of problem or "something going on."

Of course, you've spent enough time in this place to know that that isn't a guarantee that nothing happened during the night – a lack of incentive doesn't necessarily mean anything in this place, given how many people have ignored them entirely in favor of acting in their own self-interest or desire to escape.

So maybe this is a good sign. Maybe it isn't.

Anyone exploring this morning will find that there's nothing amiss on most of the floors; it's fairly easy to check the lower ones, after all. The ones up higher, though...

Well, maybe there's something waiting for you after all.

Explore?

trustfellows

WEEK 9
With another death to the timer and another double murder - accidental though that last part may have been - your numbers have been cut even further. Hibiki Ganaha, Sayaka Maizono, Alex, and Kyrie Ushiromiya are all dead, bringing those left alive from twelve down to eight. It's almost hard to believe this started with thirty-five people.

There are so few of you now.

Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; come Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock and there are no dead bodies to be found, so it can be assumed that all of you are safe for the time being. That said, you'll be feeling a little groggy when you wake up; it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost...

It seems that the pattern from last week is holding; there is no new floor to occupy yourselves with. It doesn't seem much else has changed, either - leading to questions that are uncomfortable but must be confronted. Namely, where do you go from here?

Is there anything you can do?

PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 8

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY | SATURDAY
[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 Coordinators, you can do so through private meetings with Hilda!]

bloodisthicker

[Almost as soon as the trial lets out, Tarrlok kind of... tears off to the kitchen, because he's mildly concerned that he's going to experience an adrenaline crash before he even starts cooking, and so he begins! He starts on some tea, marinating some beef for kebabs... but he feels like he's forgetting something...

...

OH SHIT. HE FORGOT TO PUT NOTES OUT OKAY FUCK HANG ON LET HIM REHASH SOMETHING HE THOUGHT WAS FUNNY AND SHOVE IT UNDER PEOPLE'S DOORS BEFORE ANYTHING BURNS]

FOOD IN EAT PLACE

[okay whew he makes it back to the kitchen. And so does Yuri at some point, actually! So... Tarrlok will be getting kebabs ready for everyone, since he was hungry for them, Yuri confirmed, and Cabanela said he'd have whatever he'd have. Speaking of, Cabanela shows up to make some chicken soup! And Yuri makes curry, teriyaki chicken, and steamed vegetables. So there's a little something for everyone. The food that gets put out isn't super fancy, but it's nice, and there's tea just like Elda wanted.

So have at, then!]

trustbound

This investigation seems to have been difficult for many; while your time here hasn't been particularly easy on anyone, it's been eight straight weeks of people dying, of losing those you care about - or at least, losing those you had some sense of solidarity with.

There's only about a quarter of your original number left.

Either way, however, there are some things that remain constant, even if your numbers do not - the corridor down below the dorms, the way the door sounds when it unlatches, the gentle outward swing of the door. The darkened stairwell that it leads to. The courtroom.

The podium circle remains in the center of the room, the spots marked out from the dead having increased in number yet again; Aligula, Hibiki, Sayaka, and Alex all have had their podiums altered, draped in black with greyscale portraits set atop them. They'll be keeping an eye on the proceedings today, for better or for worse.

As always, the thirty-sixth podium remains blank.

Once everyone has found their place in the circle, Jericho can be heard over the public-address system; he doesn't seem to have settled any from the investigation.

"Attentive and Submerged are gone - and trust me, for at least one of them, it's better for everyone that way. Maybe you disagree with that, maybe you don't, I don't really give a fuck - and at least for the guilty party, their deaths might be their ticket out of here. So it's probably better for them, anyway. Either way, I'm pretty sure I don't need to tell you what you're here to do.

Once again and as always, it's the innocent versus the guilty. Whichever side wins is mattering less and less every week, isn't it? Even so, you should still put some effort in, just to satisfy the dead - so you know what, do your best!"

Nine Participants remain. However many leave here at the end of the day is up to you.

trustfellows

Friday morning dawns like the rest of the week before it, with the chiming of the clock and the doors to the kitchen unlocking; however one usually wakes up in the mornings in this place – slowly, anxiously, whichever – it seems that you're not going to be allowed to sleep in.

Not because there's a body announcement to get you out of bed, but rather because there isn't.

Eventually, Jericho can be heard over the public-address system. Again, he doesn't seem quite as excitable as usual, but once again, that can likely be explained by what he has to say today.

"Good morning, guys. Just so you know, we've got something going on this morning that you're probably going to want to know about. Get in the foyer so you've got some idea of what's going on.

We'll be waiting."

And once again... Well,you might want to go.

matchbreaker

[ Sometime around two AM the night before everyone is getting a notice put under their door. She would do it in the morning but she usually is only up and at 'em by like noon. So elda is sending a little to everyone in her impeccable cursive, ]

We are to meet with our departed tonight at six in the lower library. I will provide the Scopes with which to see them, but bring writing utensils, paper, ouija boards, salt, or whatever else you believe will help in terms of contact. Hold firm, and come even if you have reservations. Hopefully, we shall learn something.

Sincerely yours,
Elda Marker

[ And well, true to her word, by six Elda is in the library. Ditty is with her, along with a sketchbook, three bags of blood, a pen and a sharpie, one of those hardcore lighters from the vending machine, and two silph scopes. It seems that she got a second one somewhere along the line (no, it was yesterday). This is all arrayed on a table here in the library, and she's done what she can to move some of the shelves a bit to situate a few more chairs for people.

She's got her arms crossed and seems serious. Susan better have rallied the dead. ]

Alright! So I've brought the goggles and everything I could think of. Let's get to work, people.

trustfellows

WEEK 8
Regardless of what you think of the most recent deaths, four more people have died this week. Milla Maxwell, Angel, Susan Ashworth, and Aligula are gone now, leaving you with about a quarter of your original number. Thirty-five down to twelve - this can't keep going for much longer, can it?

Is there anything you can do?

Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; come Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock and there are no dead bodies to be found, so it can be assumed that all of you are safe for the time being. That said, you'll be feeling a little groggy when you wake up; it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost...

Unlike the previous weeks, however, it seems that either you've reached the end of the line or Jericho has decided to stop rewarding you for your effort; where there would usually be a stairwell to a new floor, you're met with nothing but solid wall. Perhaps it's distressing; perhaps it's a good sign.

Only time will tell, and time isn't something you have a lot of around here.

PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 12

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[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 Coordinators, you can do so through private meetings with Hilda!]

hesperos

[ So, Yuri's going to be going around, putting up slips of paper for everyone to see, because even with everything that was that trial, he is sure it could help. He doesn't know--it's worked from time to time before anyway and someone should do it. ]

[ Yuri, for once, is going to be making some food for the afterparty that isn't desserts. On his side of things, his food is generally going to be geared towards something more western-style and hearty. In essence, there is some things of curry with beef, chicken, and vegetables in them, take your pick. Sayaka and Kyrie also will be assisting with food, providing stuff that is likely to be geared towards something asian.

This whole set up, of course, is going to be done in the dining hall, since that's where it usually is. ]

trustbound

This particular investigation was likely a difficult one, for various reasons; whether through frustration or sheer disgust at the level of depravity involved, it's been a long day already.

It doesn't seem like it will get any easier by the time the door to the courtroom unlocks, gently swinging open to allow everyone downstairs.

As always, the stairwell is dark, but the courtroom is already lit up down below, a thin amount of light bouncing up the corridor to guide everyone downstairs; the podium circle stands stark and silent in the center, marking spots for both the living and the dead; by now, the latter far outnumber the former.

Kirei, Milla, Angel, and Susan have all had their spots altered, their podiums draped in black cloth and their portraits set atop them; they'll be joining those watching all of you in greyscale as you work today. Do you think you'll do them justice?

Either way and as always, the thirty-sixth podium remains empty and unadorned.

Once everyone has found their place in the circle, Jericho can be heard over the public-address system; he doesn't seem to have settled any from the investigation.

"Peerless, Edifying, and Adroit have all been taken from you - and hey, it looks like you found all of them, we appreciate that. But even if you hadn't, you'd still be down here, and I'm sure I don't need to tell you what you have to do as a result of everything that's happened. This is another one of those things that's either gonna be great or it's going to be terrible, though maybe I'll add in a third option of 'interesting' this time, just due to the setup.

As always, you know what's going on here - the innocent versus the guilty. Seventh time lucky, maybe. As always, do your best!"

Thirteen Participants remain. We'll see how many leave here at the end of the day.

trustfellows

It really isn't getting any easier around here, is it? The way your numbers have fallen is impossible to ignore by now – there's so much space in this building, and it just seems to keep increasing with every passing week. Furthermore, the incentives and the timer are designed to ensure that your numbers keep dropping – something that's guaranteed to be evident today, one way or another.

Friday morning dawns like the rest of the week before it; the clock chimes, the doors to the kitchen unlock, and there's a heavy silence that's settled over the building. Once again, there's no announcement from Jericho this morning to wake you up; the public-address system remains quiet, and there's only one conclusion to be drawn from that.

And there's really only one thing to be done about it, isn't there?

For those brave souls who want to know what happened – or those morbid ones who just want to know who died – the first three floors are clear. However, something seems amiss even from the stairwell as you make your way up to the fourth.

Namely, the heavy scent of blood.

Explore?

trustfellows

WEEK 7
Orihime Inoue, Estellise Sidos Heurassein, and Kirei Kotomine all died this past week. One of your Coordinators died as well, leaving you with a new face but still no end to this. Several of you are finding yourselves at a crossroads: either keep moving forward, or accept the inevitability of fate. It's your own choice, your own decision; no one's going to make it for you.

Over half of you are gone now.

Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; come Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock and there are no dead bodies to be found, so it can be assumed that all of you are safe for the time being. That said, you'll be feeling a little groggy when you wake up; it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost...

Once again, a new floor has been opened to you; unfortunately, either this is a particularly strange reward or Jericho is starting to get downright sarcastic. Perhaps there's something in it for you despite the setup; who knows, though there's really only one way to find out.

PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 16

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week seven 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 Coordinators, you can do so through private meetings with Hilda!]

matchbreaker

To my Fellows,

What is "good" and what is "evil" is something that can be debated for longer than most of you will ever live, as is the nature of men. These debates are without meaning in my eyes. Despite that man's belief, men are not born to be good or evil, and what flaws they have in personality or character are things that can be overcome through their choices. Both for better and, as we've seen, for worse.

Life is not without suffering, but I should hope that every one of you is loved by someone. Loves someone. Many of you probably know that some of those loved ones are entering into an experience similar to our own. The terror of that is an undeniable sword which hangs above our heads.

Do not isolate yourselves, and hold onto what belief will best inspire you. And if you wish to join us for another one of these gatherings, meet us in the dining hall at 8PM.

Sincerely yours,
Elda Marker

PS: Those who can taste will once more provide food.

[ Well that sure is a lot of words which is being put under your doors, put on the fridge, and generally distributed around. It... uh, sure is a letter? It's in the same impossibly perfect cursive as last week, and is written with an almost angry bravado. Because even if she was vindicated at the end there, she was vindicated by a (by his own admission) evil priest. So. That feels bad.

Anyway, with some effort, the dining hall (which now has a lot of candles at Cabanela's little shrine, even with adding the two more here) is filled with food: Susan's got the booze as usual but also a big pot of mac and cheese. Adelina's done her noble best with some finger sandwiches. Yuri's brought some sweets that Estelle might've made. As for Elda, well, she still basically can't cook, so what she provides instead is:

A few board games including a Settlers of Catan, Sorry, and Candyland knock off. I guess we're playing games. Or at least she's suggesting it, who knew? ]

trustbound

Another weekend, another investigation - another day spent gathering as much evidence as possible relating to the death of yet another Participant. If it's routine by now, it's a sick one; either way, the door at the bottom of that stairwell swings open once more, revealing the darkened stairwell below.

The courtroom stands illuminated at the bottom, sending a slight amount of light up the stairs and guiding everyone downwards; the podium circle remains as ever in the center, waiting for everyone to take their place around the darkened pit below. Your losses by now are impossible to ignore; almost half of your original number is dead, and regardless of how today goes, you're going to drop below that threshold by the end of it.

Along those lines, four more podiums have joined the ranks of the deceased. Terumi, Mikoto, Orihime, and Estelle have all had their podiums draped in black cloth, a photograph in greyscale keeping vigilant watch over the proceedings as they unfold.

As always, the thirty-sixth podium remains empty and unadorned.

Once everyone has found their place, Jericho can be heard over the public-address system; he seems calmer than earlier, perhaps, but no less interested in what's about to ensue here than he usually is.

"Noble has been taken from you - and it was a hell of a way to go, especially for someone that we'll readily admit probably didn't deserve to be here. But either way, you know what you have to do here as a result of her passing. This is either going to be great or it's going to be terrible; in the end it's up to you guys to decide how things end today.

You all know the stakes. The innocent versus the guilty; the game goes on, regardless of who's around to play it - as always, do your best!"

Seventeen Participants remain. However many leave this place is up to you.

trustfellows

This week has been a difficult one. Between the personnel change and the punishment, the week was already looking to be long; the incentive, however, is one of the harsher ones, adding a layer of hardship to the group that does nothing but compound the already-existing tension.

And, as always, there's the ever-present threat of the timer.

Friday morning dawns like the rest of the week before it; the clock chimes, the doors to the kitchen unlock, and there's a heavy silence that's settled over the building. There's no announcement from Jericho to awaken you, either; once again, this is something that's promising until it's thought about in slightly more depth.

Of course, as soon as you leave your rooms and move toward the main portion of the Academy in the morning, it will become immediately obvious that something is horrifically wrong.

Namely, there's a very distinct scent coming from the room with the incinerator; not to put too fine a point on it, but let's say that anyone who was in either the bar or the workshop last week will probably recognize it.

...Yeah.

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