trustfell | WEEK 3.

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.

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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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[ Last week she'd dreamed about her sister dying. Now, she's dreamed that she's been in not one, but two Games. And District Twelve is gone, and they're in District Thirteen.

Impossible. But is it?

When Katniss goes to get breakfast, she's agitated. Her right hand looks pretty messed up, too; she's been punching her wall for the past hour because she has so much anxious energy. It'll be really bruised later, but right now she can't get herself to care. She's in the kitchen, tossing together a pan of eggs with a hell of a lot of vegetables. And cheese. There's so much cheese.

Afterward, she goes to the dining hall, sits down, and eats it right out of the pan. She's also got a large thermos of mint tea.

... Then she goes to the next floor, where she mostly just walks around. The bar keeps tempting her, and she peeks in every so often, then ducks out again.

The rest of the day finds her in her room, the door of which is open a crack. ]

[Rideaux doesn't think much of it when he notices Katniss hovering around the entrance to the bar, only to disappear. But after the second or third time, he's just shaking his head.]

I can see you, you know.

[Calling her out, apparently.]

[ ... mmmmffff ]

Like I wanted you to see me.

That much was obvious.

[The feeling's mutual tbh.]

What's the deal, then? Looking to drink in peace?

Maybe. What's it to you?

Nothing at all. You just seemed to be hovering around the idea of entering or not.

[...]

I'm not going to reprimand you for wanting to drink, if that's what you're concerned about.

Even if you had I would've done it anyway.

[ Finally, she makes her way in at takes a seat at the bar. ]

I don't even know what half this stuff is.

[Katniss is truly charming, as always.]

If you don't want to accidentally make yourself deathly ill, I suggest not trying them all in quick succession to find out what they are.

[ She tries. Probably. ... Maybe not. ]

... Seriously? And people like this stuff? Why?

Because when you drink it responsibly, it's good for loosening up and de-stressing. Some varieties also taste quite good, especially when correctly mixed with syrups and juices.

Well, then what do you recommend I try?

[ ... even when she doesn't intend to, she sounds pretty hostile. Oops. ]

[Katniss...]

Depends. What kind of tastes do you like? Sensation-wise, like sweet and bitter. That sort of thing.

Sweet, I guess.

All right. Something like a mojito, margarita or daiquiri would be a good start.

[As if those names are even going to mean anything to Katniss, so...

Honestly, he doesn't even know why he's about to offer this but he's bored and annoyed enough that he's fine with taking his mind off of things.]

What sounds the most interesting of those names? I'll make it.

[...probably super diluted or non-alcoholic, but.]

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[ Here's Alex, with a beer, sitting at the bar. ]

...S'okay, there aren't any adults around.

Yeah.

[ She takes a seat next to Alex. ]

You really like that stuff?

It's alright. Sometimes I just drink it 'cause...see, I know I shouldn't. Some kinda dumb rebellion.

[ She takes a swig. ]

It's not that dumb. Sometimes you just have to do something.

[ ...Huh. She flicks a small smile in Katniss' direction. ]

Something to feel like...you're standing up for something. To something. So you're not just pressured by it all.

Yeah, exactly. [ She's liking Alex more and more each time they talk. ] Even if no one ever sees you doing it, it's pretty freeing.

[ She looks a little sheepish. ]

It's probably better if no one sees me doing it anyway. They've got laws against people my age drinkin' back home.

... Well, I'll keep your secret. I don't want you to get arrested or anything.

[ She does a halfhearted finger-gun. ]

Owe ya one. ...Wanna try it?

[ She thinks for a moment, then nods. ]

Sure. A little bit won't hurt.

[ She pours a little in a glass; no need to open a whole new can, if she doesn't like it. ]

Here ya go, Alex approved.