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

[bloodisthicker]

Sounds like a fine idea, then.

[right, because someone whose ass you can kick at bowling.

...he'll line things up, then... hm. alright.

HE'S GONNA SHOOT

and i rnged a 2 oh no...]

...

Well, I've had worse practice shots.

[trustfellows]

[It's closer to this sort of thing; it's similar to the dorm locks, but ye olde silver keys look noticeably different in the teeth than ye olde brass key over here.]

[zomgboom]

It'd be, like . . . easier? If Jerry had a power that lets you mess with people's brains or whatever, but if you have a power you usually can't do magic because it's, like. I dunno, mutants just can't for whatever reason.

[The reason is Scarlet Witch exists and nobody wants to deal with more than one of those, actually, but.]

But, like, I think the profiles don't list what we are for a reason? We don't have any way of, like, knowing Geranium is a human or whatever.

[bloodisthicker]

I'd definitely considered that, considering we've seen absolutely no classrooms so far and yet we have this.

That, or it's been retrofitted, I suppose.

[explosivecombat]

That's fair.

[It doesn't settle him, but that seems genuine enough. You need time, that's fine.]

We have an agreement to work toward mutual benefit. Should you want me to prevent you from doing anything, I will.

If you decide to act, however, I will vote you out with the others. I'd expect you to do the same to me, of course.

[sleepytimegal]

[ She taps her pencil on the table. ]

Uh... Well, they kinda...don't seem just like dreams to me.

[greenmamabear]

[Assuming her approval, Fern goes ahead and enters the room.

She takes a look at the bed and the blankets. She eats a few spoonfuls of ice cream, an extremely serious look on her face.]

...We're gonna need a chair and pillows and stuff. The best forts need good stability supporting it.

[Is she for real or is she playing this up for comfort? Yes.]

[chessturner]

...I didn't think you'd be the type to roll over and let that happen. Even in the unlikely event they actually say a word about whatever you're hiding, you really are going to accept what'll come just because you're not on top?

[Kyrie, what the hell, this isn't the time for this]

[zomgboom]

It doesn't go to a lock like the ones on our rooms or whatever, but it's a similar sort of, like . . . technology, I guess? [She hands the key back to Sayaka, because honestly if she finds this lock she'll probably just pick it.] If you found it in the bottles or whatever, I'd say it probably goes to, like, a safe or something rather than a room?

That's, like, just my opinion though.

[sleepytimegal]

...It was. I kinda...miss doin' it, now but...well, nothing to it.

[hesperos]

I'm not exactly here for either of us trying to brag about whose dream would be more likely to make someone wet the bed.

But, yeah, looks like this week's started off a pain for us.

[ Yuri's words are, as always, ever so elegant. When he finishes his food, he ends up remembering something--that he still left things hanging a week or so ago regarding their supposed rumble and tumble. ]

...I still owe you a fight, don't I?

[sadisticwarfare]

Of course. I don't expect you to go that far.

[It would be stupid to think Kimblee would vote for anyone other than the culprit and if he really did try to kill someone... well, he'd probably be caught, right? They've managed it twice before.]

I'll give you my answer as soon as I have it. I appreciate it.

[sadisticwarfare]

They're too realistic for that, aren't they?

[Archer finally moves to take a seat so he's not just awkwardly hovering.]

[explosivecombat]

Of course.

[...]

I can't guarantee that I won't act on it myself, but I suppose I can cross that bridge when I come to it.

[sadisticwarfare]

[...]

That's understandable. The same goes for you as well; I won't hesitate to vote for you, but if you'd like me to leave you to your attempt, I will.

[explosivecombat]

[Well. Today has been something of an experience, hasn't it.

Kimblee has been sort of scarce since the incentive announcement; he's not taking it badly, at least not outwardly, but he's been very subdued as a whole and clearly looking for a distraction. That's what brings him to the billiards hall before the meeting; he'll be in there lining up shots and...generally sucking at pool in literally every way that a human being can conceivably suck at pool, actually, because for a soldier he's a fucking miserable shot.

They never did give him a pistol in Ishval, even for the sake of self-defense; it's probably due to the fact that he could aim at the ground and miss. But he doesn't really give a fuck about that right now – the fact of the matter is that it's something to do with himself, and doing something he's bad at is distracting and frustrating in a way that isn't thinking about the incentive, because that is really going to be inconvenient for him if it gets out in so many ways.

He'll be at Tarrlok's meeting that evening, however, and after that... Well, he can be found in the game room, where he's apparently decidedly better with cards than he is with billiards; he's cutting and shuffling them one-handed – triple cuts in his hand, riffling them against the table, just...manipulating the hell out of them in a manner that's definitely practiced but almost bored in nature.

He'll look over if you enter the room, however; he's not oblivious to his surroundings.]

Interested in a game...? I can try to make it worthwhile, if you're willing.

[greenmamabear]

Maybe its one of those... "day keeps repeating" episodes of fantasy shows? Except you don't know it until now? That's the closest thing I can think of.

[sleepytimegal]

They did. You...got a picture you recognized too? Like- was it jarring 'cause you knew it, or jarring 'cause there was something weird about it?

[chessturner]

So why would you do that? Explain it.

[Nobody does stuff like that just for fun! Right?]

[bloodisthicker]

Well, I suppose if things go south and we end up needing those medications, we could just ask you or Rideaux what's recommended.

And that's really always a concern, isn't it? I suppose I should just be glad there doesn't seem to be any cactus juice floating around.

[explosivecombat]

Jarring because it wasn't technically mine, and I don't know what happened to it beyond a certain point. It was something I kept on my person for a while, that's all.

[...So, yeah.]

[destage]

Of course. It's not like I have a choice in the matter. I never did, and...honestly, I never will. That's just the way the world works.

[...it probably isn't but uh. Whoops.]

[explosivecombat]

If I get it into my head that I want to kill someone over this, I don't want to be stopped, no.

[So there's his answer on that; he seems...very firm on that matter, honestly.]

[sadisticwarfare]

Understood.

[If the mood were lighter he'd joke about making it interesting, but...]

You seem remarkably calm about all of this.

[ninehundredlives]

Hopefully one of us is still alive by then.

[.....]

.....cactus juice?