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!]

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WEDNESDAY

[trustfellows]

[brandnewday]

[A bar, huh.

That's what Azusa-san likes to spend her time doing. Drinking. With all this secret business and after losing so many people already, Hibiki's curiosity has finally gotten the better of her. On Wednesday night, she pours herself a drink and stares at it. She also sits with a deck of cards, more flipping through it than playing solitaire. Someone should probably stop her from drinking, right?

But earlier in the day, she can also be found reading in the library or checking out the piano in the ballroom if you want to to retry the prompts from last week that we didn't get to because of my sickness.]

Bar

[greenmamabear]

[Oh hey its Hibiki what's she playing w-

no no no no no no no no NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO]

Wh-what are you doing?

Re: Bar

[brandnewday]

[This is almost worst than being caught killing, tbh.]

F-fern-san! It's not what it looks like! I haven't had a drink yet!

bar

[zomgboom]

[Casually takes that drink and swirls it around.]

I'm not really, like, one for responsibility or whatever? But drinking because you're upset is a bad way to start.

[brandnewday]

[Ah. She feels a little guilty, being caught. But to her credit, the drink is full and the ice seems a little melted. It seems like it's been sitting there a while without being touched.]

I wasn't lookin' at it because I was upset! It just made me think of Azusa-san.

Bar

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan, for her part, just cocks her head at the glass. Legal drinking age in Britain is 18, it's not as if she's a child.]

What's that?

[brandnewday]

Susan-san!

[Ahhh, she feels so guilty! She tries to move the glass before Susan reaches her, but...there's really nowhere to hide it. It goes right back on her table.]

I haven't had a drink yet. It smells kinda awful, but Azusa-san always seemed to like it so I thought lookin' at it might cheer me up a little. That's all!

[heritrix]

[Rin's voice comes from one of the back walls, where the bottles are stocked.]

You've been sitting there for a while.

[hentopan]

[ Its way too early in the godamn morning, but Terumi is in the infirmary routing through the supplies. He pockets a few bandages that sadly don't match his outfit, but maybe they have something to do with the giant (albeit fading) wound on his chest.

For the rest of the day he's not around, though if you knock on #19 he'll answer. At night he's apparently had enough of whatever he was doing in his room to kill some time in the billiards room.

He's very, very, good at throwing pointy objects apparently. ]

Keheheh, this would be more fun with a better target~.

billiards room

[innocentloveholic]

[ .....she considered coming around to finally get familiar with her other fellow nonhuman, especially since Kimblee vouched for his fun-ness, but.

Darts?? Really???? At least his skill is impressive, Aligula's just content to go over to one of the pool tables and roll a ball between her hands on the felt. ]

Like what? [ ... ] Wait, no, I could go grab some of those boring sheets from the game room and make some paper airplanes to throw around and you could try and hit 'em out of the air or something?

[ is that fun. is that a better target. does he want bad pictures of various Participants instead, because she can do that too. ]

infirmary

[sleepytimegal]

[ Speaking of way too early in the morning... Terumi's got himself some company. Softly grumbling and yawning, she trudges in and heads for the medicine cabinet, offering a halfhearted wave. She hasn't really talked to this guy? He's kinda...sketchy, but-

...She eyes his wound for a moment. ]

Yikes... Did you get the number of that truck that hit ya?

billiards room

[sadisticwarfare]

[Archer's content to watch Terumi from the doorway for a moment, but after Terumi speaks he responds.]

Like the Coordinators?

[WOW OKAY NO CHILL RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE TONIGHT, HI TERUMI]

billiards room

[bloodisthicker]

Well. Can you draw at all?

[...he feels like he shouldn't encourage this.]

billiards!

[hesperos]

[ Did you say billiards?

Well, Yuri's bound to have checked out the room sometime and that's exactly what he's doing. He'll give an impressed whistle at the good aim Terumi has. ]

Not bad.

You're not a part-time knife thrower back at home, are you?

billiards room

[evilfrenzy]

[Ohh. Rideaux smirks a little bit when he walks in to do his daily practice with the darts, only to find Terumi there as well. Competition, eh?]

If only. I could think of a few choice ones, myself.

[He collects a separate pack of darts so he can use another of the boards.]

Unfortunately, one of them isn't even present here.

[heritrix]

[Well...]

The speakerboxes are right there. Go at it.

[Maybe that would shut Jericho up for a little while, at least.]

[heritrix]

[Well, yesterday sure was something.

In sharp contrast to her easy-going behavior earlier in the week, Rin has been stern and serious ever since the incentive was given yesterday. A week ago, she determined any escape attempts would be impossible, but she's doubling back on that now. Going from room to room, she hasn't been engaging with anyone, choosing instead focus on whatever task she has at hand.

After a visit to the game room to see what that secret passage Cabanela found is all about, today Rin's efforts are focused in the library. She's taking books off their shelves one at a time, fanning through the contents for anything that might fall out before returning them back to their shelves and starting with the next book. The further she continues without finding what she's after, she only looks more frustrated.

Eventually she gives up the ghost in the library, leaving unfulfilled. Her other searches throughout the day fare no better, and she can feel her mood souring further. What else hasn't she tried? Could there be something in that machine that could help? Well, she did get some coins recently... To the vending machine it is, then.

...And if this were any other time, she'd be really happy with her haul? The weapons she hides straight away, but the rest is kind of fascinating. Sure, there are some decidedly strange things among the mix (what's with the turnips? or this wig?), but there are also gold bars and a variety of gems that would be quite useful to her, if she could just utilize her magecraft. They're swiftly hidden away as well.

More valuable than any of those, much to Rin's shock she also finds this. For a long time, she can be found sitting on the ground with the rest of her haul spread around her, between a wall and one side of the vending machine, the crystalline horse figure in the palm of her hands. The expression on her face as she regards it is like that of a person viewing a well-loved photograph; it's hard to tell what she's feeling, but there's a warmth and tenderness in her eyes, the depth of which words can't explain.

Feel free to encounter her there, or collect your stuff if there's anything you recognize. It looks like she got something of Kirei's. If he doesn't run into her first, she'll track him down later to return it to him. Almost everything else is going into the shark sleeping bag to be carted back to her room.

Everything but a certain radio she also got, that is. When it crackles to life as she messes around with it, playing old rag-timey tunes, Rin can't help but get her hopes up. It's not getting a signal from the outside, but she doesn't know that. As a result, she can be found walking about the building trying to tune it to get a clearer signal. Wait, was that morse code? Ugh, she lost it—!]

vending machine

[firstaid]

[When Rin is at the vending machine, Estelle can't help but approach her especially with the haul she got. When she sees the petals she can't help but smile as they remind her of the good memories she has in Halure. Better things than her dreams have been delivering, at least.]

It's nice to see the vending machine have things like those petals. They're from the great tree of Halure that has a barrier to protect the city.

[Her voice is soft and gentle as she talks about this, but also fond.]

certain radio

[sleepytimegal]

[ Alex is walking by when she just hears it. The morse code. She's halfway down the hall, and she hears it, and she recognizes something, it's-

REMEM

-the signal's gone and she's already rushing over. It can't be, it-

She sucks in a breath. ] You... D-did you just get that?

vending machine

[introspects]

[ rin is at the vending machine and sitting in her little circle. orihime doesn't want to disturb her, but her haul does seem really interesting... especially with how she's looking at that crystalline horse figure. ]

That's very pretty, Tohsaka-san!

[blackmass]

[Kirei had made himself a little scarce since the incentive; the best place to find him usually ended up being his room, and when he answered the door it was with an incredulous look.]

This must be some special occasion, if you're actually seeking me out.

INVESTIGATION

[ninehundredlives]

[Today in the dining room, as Susan drinks her coffee and eats her eggs, she's got a bunch of stuff sitting out on the table in front of her. She's barely even looking for a trade, to be honest; it's all junk to her. Except one thing, and she'll comment to anyone who passes:]

Do you know if anybody here can play the guitar?

[There's no reason to waste a perfectly good musical instrument, after all.

Later, she goes to the billiard room. There's nothing here of particular interest to her, not even the dartboards really, but she can't recall anybody saying that they'd investigated in here. Maybe she can make herself useful by poking around a little? If I haven't missed someone investigating in here already, she'll start by looking over the cue racks up against the wall. Cabanela found a hidden door, after all...

In the evening, earlier than her usual time, Susan will be in the ballroom playing the piano again. She'll look up if anyone enters, but won't immediately stop playing.]

[trustfellows]

[It doesn't look like there's anything off with the cue sticks!]

Dining room

[heritrix]

[Hey, neighbor. While she was in a better mood earlier in the week, Rin's in a stoic mood as she sorts through the items Susan has on display. With the motive hanging over everyone's head, that seems to be the case for a lot of people. Someone who knows how to play a guitar though? Rin glances up from where she was examining the gel packs.]

The guy in the loud yellow jacket, maybe. [She's talking about Terumi.] Or Alex. I don't have a clue, to be honest with you, but I think their profiles mentioned they like live music.

[Or indie music, in Alex's case, but she just assumed those were similar.]