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

[introspects]

Oh... That's... They must really like you, huh, Tohsaka-san?

[ a smile ]

Is this your favorite thing you've gotten?

[hesperos]

I have no clue. One of my guesses is that partially it really is for entertainment--or at least where Jericho's concerned.

[ ... ]

My other guess would've been that it's because the loss of lives would give them a boon of some sort, but if it were something like that they could've just killed us all instead of staging any of this.

[bloodisthicker]

...

You know what? Yes, let's just go with checkers.

[ninehundredlives]

Oh... [Uh, okay? Susan grabs for the next thing that she can reach from here, which happens to be lettuce. Have a head of lettuce?] That was easy.

[bloodisthicker]

Yes, it's the sort of thing where every family basically has their own set of recipes for what, precisely, they like to make it with. I'm sure there are restaurants that specialize in Water Tribe cuisine that make it, but... I've never felt particularly compelled to eat it in a restaurant, if that makes sense. It seems like the sort of thing you eat at home, honestly.

[ninehundredlives]

He died. He thought he'd killed me already...but he hadn't.

[bloodbiter]

[She pauses.]

I'm sorry. I don't think I understand.

[destage]

Flattery? I'm only speaking the truth! [Sayaka pouts a bit, but the look eases a bit after a little while. Sayaka nods her head.]

I'm sure they are. Your boyfriend sounds like the luckiest guy on the planet to have you by his side.

[paralogical]

[ Suoh raises an eyebrow at the first part. Huh. Just, huh. Moving onto the second part now. ]

Sounds like you think this is some kind of shitty ritual.

[captainobnoxious]

Just like home.

[she wants one now.]

He'll probably like it. Seems like the kind of guy who would, in my opinion.

[perpend]

....It makes it sound like there's a whole industry associated with this, doesn't it? How preposterous.

[sleepytimegal]

Naw, I totally get it. It'd be weird and...well, it wouldn't be why you like it, right? I bet part of it for you's the whole...home-feeling, anyway.

[perpend]

She's a heck of a girl, I'm sure she'd like to know where I've gone.

She's going to be a greeeat police officer.

[sleepytimegal]

I mean- I can barely comprehend it all myself, so- talking with someone else is- it's too much.

[bloodisthicker]

Ah, fun. That lost, distant concept, which I can apparently only reacquaint myself with in some sort of deranged hostage situation.

[bloodisthicker]

...because I choose not to?

[bloodisthicker]

Well, I usually like a little fried rice with egg in it, mostly. It's surprising how good that is at getting you through the day.

[bloodisthicker]

Well, that, and it's also our duty to keep our people safe from rogue elements, which can sometimes be a delicate balancing act between the two. I'm afraid sometimes people just don't understand that fact.

[matchbreaker]

[ and then they played checkers and it was pretty good. ]

[matchbreaker]

I dunno if he likes that as much.

[ Which is to say he'll like. Take it? But this better be some not that green shit, you feel me? ]

[ninehundredlives]

Can't really blame him.

[She'll actually sit back on her heels, then, and select something deliberately. An apple?]

[bloodisthicker]

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I've been using the teas that smell particularly good as a replacement for spritzing cologne on my hairbrush after my hair dries.

[hentopan]

[ You people with your proper speech, he just waves his hand. ]

Don't think you would say something to Jeri even if he showed up in person?

[hentopan]

I won't disappoint.

[hesperos]

I can't really know for sure, though.

[ He'll finally have grabbed all of the bandages he needed. ]