WEEK 3.

[trustfellows]

WEEK 3 You all got to witness Yosuke Hanamura's death earlier this past week. You know what the punishment for breaking the rules is. With Chitoge Kirisaki and Blue's deaths, you're painfully aware of just how little trust this group really has. How long until someone kills again? What about that time limit the Coordinators imposed? Will there be another incentive? There are so many questions, but not a whole lot of answers. 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... And when you wake up, you'll discover that a pattern seems to be emerging, at least as far as the building itself goes; a new floor is available to you, a stairwell across a short hallway from the one on the second floor having unlocked itself. There's not too much of a question about it as a result - at least, as far as what it means. It's definitely a reward. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 30

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[OOC: Welcome to week three 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 Alena!]

Comments

[firstaid]

I'm used to living how everyone else wants me to live.

[Choices that aren't her own, things she's forced to do that she doesn't want to do. Freedom that she never got until she grabbed it with her own hands.]

However, if my being alive is causing my world to die, then it's only natural that I would need to die, right? I'm... one person.

[Though while she says this she is trembling.

"Why doesn't this world have a place for Estelle in it?"

She can hear Yuri saying that. She can hear Judith defending her, but the one thing that's not happening is Estelle defending herself.]

Right, I didn't mean to make this go on. I just told you I would share my secret. So, there it is.

[sleepytimegal]

[ Alex flushes just a little, moving her arm so it's over the bottom of the right column. ]

It's- it's fine, like I said, I'm...all out in view, so anyone'd peak.

[heritrix]

It would explain Rule 4.

[explosivecombat]

[Oh, honey.]

Well, aesthetics are an important part of it; personal understanding of one's work is the easiest and most secure way of ensuring that what you're doing can't easily be copied by others. We're very protective of our theories and drafts, after all.

[sleepytimegal]

[ ...well it's scrambled that's for sure, but she's noticing more and more shells in it by the second... And it's kind of unevenly scrambled? Some parts are more runny than others. ]

[sleepytimegal]

[ For Sayaka, she manages a smile. ]

S'okay. I'm just glad someone found something there.

[heritrix]

Then we must have reached the same conclusion, right? They're memories.

[hentopan]

The way I do is it to pull from the Azure, but that's still utilizing a resource. Don't know if its reachable from here, I'd need to have access to all my abilities to tell.

[destage]

[Sayaka...well, the smile she gives Alex is forced. So very forced, but...]

Yeah. I'll...I'll be sure to keep it safe.

[heritrix]

[IDK, Archer might be able to help you out with that going by the vending machine.]

Yeah, any one of them is fine. After you roll it, I'll move it aside and you can pick a new one.

[We have no fancy conveyor belts that bring them right back to you, and there are fifteen balls anyways. Rin might have expressly recruited Tarrlok so she'd have someone to move the balls out of the way/reset the pins when it's her turn? But it's also more fun with two people.]

[explosivecombat]

[Mm.]

Philosopher's Stones work similarly - you're still utilizing a resource, but it's decidedly more difficult to see it.

[greenmamabear]

[She goes for the most comforting smile possible and touches her shoulder.]

Then let's eat ice cream, chat, and maybe build a gosh darn blanket fort. [Go all in on comfort.]

[greenmamabear]

[O-oh right away. She tries to cover her surprise on multiple fronts.]

...Like deja vu?

[hentopan]

Sounds like it.

[ He's flipping his kitchen knife faster than usual. ] Wonder if she just has an affinity for this kinda crap— the dolls I had made back home were capable of using skills even though we never taught them how, just needed to get 'em under the right conditions and the reaction would start basically.

[destage]

[...All of that is a lot to take in. It certainly explains more of what Elda feels, and why she was...well, is so apprehensive. Maybe why she got so angry when she tried to defend Orihime.

All of that hatred, all of that...Elda's held onto so much over her years of living. And yet, she's somehow she's...kind of struck by that. Honestly, she just hasn't really cared. Blood is blood if it's from the bag, as far as she's concerned, and yet...she's surprised that Elda saw it fit to bring all of that up.

It's why she takes a bit to answer.]

...I do, Elda-san. You've been so incredibly kind to me. Kinder than just about anyone I've ever known, honestly.

Can I...say something to you, too?

[heritrix]

Some of those photos were strange... [Rin says this in an odd voice, not one that's baffled, but a tone that implies she's thinking hard about it now. After another moment, she shakes her head.] But if it's meant to be private, I can butt out. I won't bother you about it if you don't want me to.

[greenmamabear]

I know what you mean. Neighbors are bad enough, roommates can be... difficult.

[ninehundredlives]

[She looks over at that, but doesn't say anything. Her own envelope is unopened; after a moment of thought, she tucks it away and turns to leave. She's already pretty sure what it says. No need to confirm it right here.]

[explosivecombat]

Really...

[That's interesting, anyway.]

So are you thinking that's what she is, then?

[perpend]

It would. I still don't know what the point of that rule is, to be honest.

[matchbreaker]

[ She wants to respond that Sayaka doesn't need to ask her permission. Under other circumstances, she just might've. But this situation is hardly normal, and she exhales through her nose, rights the wine bottle, and takes the hand back to herself. ]

Sure, of course.

[destage]

...Mmm.

[It's not much of an answer, and she takes a drink of tea before she speaks up again. It's...a lot, honestly? It's a lot.]

I don't mind, though I'm not willing to share my secret. I'd like to make that very clear.

infirmary

[explosivecombat]

[...Good lord, Rideaux, what crawled up your ass and died.

Kimblee will watch what he's doing, just to see if he's going to get his head ripped off for commenting; after a while he just seems to employ the 'fuck it" principle and speaks anyway, his voice as even as ever.]

Having a rough morning...?

[heritrix]

You'll see. Stop drawing when it feels right to you.

[She glance at Sayaka's progress is going so far, then seems to reconsider.]

Though... Given how tightly you're drawing your circle, probably sooner than later? Your number will be high if you cover the page.

[ninehundredlives]

That's all right. We've got plenty of O negative - that's the universal donor.