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

[ninehundredlives]

Hmmm?

[...oh, right. Susan folds it and rubs at her eyes.]

I guess I'm just distracted, that's all. I didn't sleep well.

[bloodbiter]

[She nods.]

Did you have another one of those strange visions?

[ninehundredlives]

...if that's what you want to call them, yeah.

[bloodbiter]

It seems strange to consider them dreams when they are so vivid, but since we aren't certain whether they are memories yet...

[Regardless, she continues on, her voice concerned.]

Would you like to speak of it?

[ninehundredlives]

It just... [Her fingers curl over the edge of the book.] ...it made me angry. I took care of the problem, in it, but I still feel mad.

[bloodbiter]

I see. If I may ask, is it the situation you dreamt of that angers you, or a person and their actions...?

[Regardless, she continues on.]

I am sorry that something so frustrating happened, at any rate.

[ninehundredlives]

Both, I guess?

[She shrugs.]

He's not going to bother me anymore. Or...he's not going to have done it already. [?????] But that doesn't make me feel better.

[bloodbiter]

[A pause.]

He's not going to have done it already...?

[ninehundredlives]

Well, if they're supposed to be memories?

[bloodbiter]

Oh - I see your meaning now.

[She hesitates for a moment, but...]

May I ask what this person did that made you angry?

[ninehundredlives]

I'm not sure you really want to hear about it.

[bloodbiter]

We needn't speak of it if you do not wish to, but... I assure you, I will be able to handle whatever the knowledge is.

[ninehundredlives]

...he was a doctor at the hospital I was in. He used his position to find and murder women. He would smuggle them out in body bags, to an abandoned building somewhere, and then he'd string up their bodies like famous paintings.

He liked to think he was an artist.

[bloodbiter]

[True to her word, while she looks appropriately disturbed to hear that, she doesn't look too overwrought.]

...And he attempted to do the same to you?

[ninehundredlives]

......yeah. He did it to a nice nurse I met, too.

[bloodbiter]

...That's horrible.

[There's clear sympathy in her voice, and she takes a breath in.]

But - you saw to it that he would not be able to do it to anyone else, I take it?

[ninehundredlives]

.....yeah. I did.

[bloodbiter]

May I ask what happened to him...?

[ninehundredlives]

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

[bloodbiter]

You have something to be proud of, then. Surviving through something that harrowing... It is admirable.

[ninehundredlives]

It wasn’t really because of anything I did. Just...I don’t know. Chance?

[She wouldn’t really say “luck”.]

[bloodbiter]

...Might I hear exactly what happened to him? If it is not too painful for you to talk about.

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan thought she'd implied that, frankly. She narrows her eyes at Adelina for a second, as if weighing her response.]

...I killed him.

[bloodbiter]

I assumed, but... Well, I suppose I don't need to know how. It's just that, depending on the method, it seems difficult to do something like that purely based on luck alone.

[ninehundredlives]

[Ah. Okay, then. She...actually didn't think she'd ever get as far as directly telling someone she'd killed somebody, much less describing how.]

I got a big chunk of wood, stuck a sawblade on it, and hit him over the head. He was off torturing some other poor girl - he never saw me coming.