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

[greenmamabear]

[Fern starts her week with determination. She understood a lot more now about the Hospital and if she can figure out that mess, she figure this out. She'll spend the morning investigating the third floor, knocking on walls. There's a lot of space going unused, according to her math. Maybe there's something hollow in between the board game room and the bathroom.

This pretty much stops once she finds the bar. She's... not necessarily a drinker, but by this point, she desperately needs it. She chugs one down and is handily grabbing and stuffing them under her arms or slipping the smaller stuff into her pockets. Oooooh mama.]

Oh that's the good stuff....

[With more confidence though comes some relenting. She can also be found in the foyer, some drinks with her, drawing and writing once again. She's trying to keep her thoughts together on what the good doctor told her and she figures its best to get it all on paper. But in front of her, she's put a little sign.]

Info Trade! You give me one recipe, you can ask any question about me or the green that you want!

[Information was key. Why keep people wondering anymore?]

Bar

[heritrix]

It really is, isn't it?

[Rin's voice echoes from the back wall, between the shelves of the larger bottles stocked there.]

I don't recognize the brand names, but they're good quality. I wonder if it's locally brewed?

[greenmamabear]

Maybe? I've always just got stuff from the stoooooooo-

[Wait]

You aren't... drinking any, right?

[heritrix]

Of course not, that would be bad.

[Does this look like the face of someone who would lie to you, Fern.]

[greenmamabear]

Oh. Good, good. Uh. Keep it up.

1/2

[heritrix]

[Sweet, this brandy is hers now.]

[heritrix]

It's a strange pick for a school though, isn't it? [Hmm, she doesn't recognize any brand names on this shelf either. From the color, it's probably rum?] I've never heard of bars on school campuses.

[greenmamabear]

[everyone betray me]

A college, maybe. But even that's pretty iffy.

[heritrix]

Even for Americans?

[greenmamabear]

Well, I've seen them across the street, at least.

Foyer

[chessturner]

Interesting...

[Well she's not sure what she can ask, but this sounds like a chance to find out more about someone Kyrie's growing to appreciate! She approaches]

So that's your offer. Tell me, are you looking for a specific kind of recipe?

[greenmamabear]

[She looks up from her notes. Oh, its Kyrie. She likes Kyrie.]

Nothing in particular. Just figured it was good to, uh... get more meals in my repertoire. [given... mac and cheese....]

[chessturner]

I can think of a few I could share, they're mostly the homemade type of food. It's nothing too impressive.

[She takes out a notebook and pen, and starts writing]

Are you more into the Western type of food or would it be okay to give you some Japanese food recipes? They can be rather different, you know.

[greenmamabear]

I could definitely use more homemade. That's the best kind of meal.

Well, I'm pretty used to Western, but I'm willing to try something new.

[chessturner]

[She writes faster, talking all the while]

Japanese breakfast needs rice and miso soup. That's essential. Then there's the protein, which usually is fish, but I think you can do anything you want. Something light would fit better, though.

[She passes a recipe for miso soup. It's full of ingredients that may or may not be in the kitchen, who knows, and starts writing something else. It seems Fern's trade request has Kyrie in great mood]

You know, cooking is better learned when you see someone do it. I could show you later, if you want.

[greenmamabear]

[Fern grabs that eagerly.]

I'll add it to my makeshift cookbook. I definitely wouldn't mind a helping hand with that.

[chessturner]

[There goes another for you. Grilled fish, rather simple and more feasible in such place]

At least you have something to dedicate yourself to in here. I have been having a hard time trying to find something to do in here, I'm starting to feel antsy.

[Saaaay...]

So, your end of the trade. Anything I shouldn't ask? I'd rather not force you to talk about something you don't want to talk, even if you apparently give full liberty to ask anything.

[greenmamabear]

I know what you mean. I've almost been looking forward to new floors. At least its something.

[Oh right, the deal.]

Nothing I can think of? I mean, I don't like the topic already, but I'm ready to make peace with it.

Foyer

[ninehundredlives]

...I thought you didn't like to talk about that.

[Honestly, Susan is more interested in this sudden spirit of sharing than the actual topic.]

[greenmamabear]

[Oh hey buddy. She blinks a bit, trying to think of a good response.]

Well, I'm not the biggest fan, no.

[ninehundredlives]

...what are you doing this for, then?

[greenmamabear]

[She opens her mouth. And closes it.]

...Its kind of dumb, now that I think about it. I thought it would... help. I guess.

[ninehundredlives]

Just get it all out of the way now?

[She guesses that's not...an awful idea?]

[greenmamabear]

Sort of. And also, you know, if people see me talking about stuff...

Well, maybe they'll feel more open too?

[ninehundredlives]

...I can see that solving some problems. But I'm not sure we'll ever get there, with all the violence.

[It doesn't really engender a trusting environment]