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

[bloodbiter]

I imagine all of these events bothered you for quite some time. You must have been relieved when you discovered the truth.

[Which brings her to...]

So, how were these events orchestrated by someone outside of the situation?

[destage]

[Well, Sayaka's back in her room by this time, so she'll open the door a little easie--ah.

...Oh, that's the sleeping bag! Sayaka at least...tries to manage a smile, for Alex.]

Hey, Alex-chan. Feeling a little better?

[If she's returning the sleeping bag, she's hoping at least slightly.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

I'd love to see him get punched a couple times. But I'm sure other people would like to see him get worse.

[destage]

...Honestly, I'd like to see done to him what he did to Hanamura-kun. It'd be a good way to make him pay.

[Sayaka just...takes another drink of tea, shaking her head.]

If only, huh?

[bloodbiter]

[She nods.]

Every place we explore thoroughly brings us one step closer to finding a way out of this building.

[sleepytimegal]

More small get-togethers. ...And concerts where everyone's too small-time to care about anyone getting wasted. [ ... ] And a friend's sister, supplying us minors.

[ She picks out a can of...something, as long as it has a kick she's fine. ]

Drinking alone's kinda depressing but sometimes...

[heritrix]

[Worst end. And Rin could tease him, putting on the Captain Obvious hat for this one, but as funny as that would be to her she decides to give him a straight answer.]

Oh. Well, girl's uniforms don't typically come with as many pockets as the ones boys get, so I thought I would add a few.

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh black, of course. ]

Oh, mostly James... my husband, that is. I've also played with some of the young wives once or twice too at the assembly. Oh and little Reegan.

[didntgetdadslooks]

I...

[ She thinks for a second. ]

I understand that feeling, but... I've seen enough death, I think.

[sleepytimegal]

[ Oh- o-oh, she is being moved now, okay that- ]

H-hey! I'm- I'm trying to...to practice!

[ ...It's not cooked evenly and there are shells, she's just...doing very poorly at this. ]

[matchbreaker]

[ Well, we just gonna play in mostly assumed probs as she kicks her legs ]

Well, me too. Obviously. I guess it is a consistent looking thing.

[chessturner]

I have heard my husband's brother bought some. I'm not sure what he wants to do. Something along the lines of building a resort?

[paralogical]

Try practicin' how to pick out the shells first.

[ This is probably the most pathetic thing he's ever seen. Okay, he's just gonna pick up all this shit and scrape the egg out into the trash. ... he'd probably still eat it but, eh. Shells. ] What're you tryin' to make?

[paralogical]

[ The end no one should ever want. But, okay, that is indeed straight! Little does he know he almost got snark in reply to his dumb question. ]

I can see that. [ She should've been a smartass, clearly. ] Guess I'm more wonderin' why. What's the point in adding pockets?

[greenmamabear]

No, its alright. Only if you promise not to call me a liar, alright?

Let's see, I guess it would go like... [She does a cough, trying to picture the meeting.]

"Hello guys, I'm Fern, I had a dream that was probably real where I shrunk down and went into my own corpse."

[sleepytimegal]

Uhhh... Well, I got a plush thing of my own!

[ ...so like- not entirely but- you know what she said. ]

So I'm here to return this puffy guy.

[heritrix]

[Aligula is the hero we need.]

Wow, you're in terrific shape for having a child that young. Your duties as a CEO and keeping up with her must keep you active.

[What a cute name, too. It'd be a little silly to coo over it, "oh like an angel", but she is thinking about it.]

[greenmamabear]

[She grins, heading right back out of the room, still eating ice cream.]

Now remember: [munch] This is a stealth operation. If we get caught, we gotta run for the hills.

[destage]

[Ah! Well, in that case, Sayaka will take him back with a smile and a nod.]

I'm glad to hear the machine was kind to you, there. Honestly, I got some weirder stuff from the machine when I used it earlier, so...

[...]

Do you want to talk, or...?

[...she kind of does, but the non-answer there was. A bit concerning.]

[destage]

[...Sayaka smiles a bit, and pulls something out of her sleeve--a brass key.]

Well...I haven't found anything to use this on yet. If you find any weird doors, give me a shout, okay?

[heritrix]

[Clearly.]

To put things in them.

[destage]

[...oh, that...]

Ah, sorry about that. I think I got a little too carried away, there...

[greenmamabear]

[why is conversation so hard.]

Yeeep. Weird, freaky, hell dimension kinda Hospital.

[greenmamabear]

No, my place doesn't allow them. Which always seemed like bullshit, its not exactly the Louvre. Always like them though.

[heritrix]

It looks like it was following you. [She gestures at another photo, the one with Alex and the soccer ball.] But the light is hitting it strangely. I doubt this is a person.