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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. |
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[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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That, or they just don't know how to pronounce any of our names. But I suppose that's a good point, too...they're really accurate for the people that they gave them to.
[...Still, Sayaka's eyes glint a bit at that last bit, and she reaches into her sleeve and pulls out a brass key.]
I can cross off one area for everyone, at least; I found this while I was searching around the bar. They had this in an empty bottle, next to all of the filled ones. Pretty clever of them, I have to say.
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You what? [Just. Give him a second.] And I was just there, fixing a drink for myself with those bottles. Had I known there would but an arbitrarily-placed key lying around...
[He's almost frustrated with himself for missing it. At least Sayaka found it though.]
What could that lead to, I wonder?
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[She does purse her lips a bit at that last question, though.]
As for that...I'm not sure. I didn't find any sort of weird doors while looking around the bar. Maybe it's somewhere else on this floor? It'd make sense, but it'd make just as much sense that they'd put it on another floor entirely.
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[Similar, but not entirely the same. It was weird.]
Knowing them, I wouldn't be surprised if it was the latter since I imagine they're expecting us to keep at it with the killing. But if you want to look around for a door, I'm not that busy.
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Ah, I'm not going to distract you from your practice?
[She. Kind of already did that, but it's not a no.]
I'm not sure where we could start, but I wouldn't mind that at all.
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[...WE HOPE.]
I am interested in seeing if we actually come across something. It would be more exciting than this, at least.
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That's true. Worst come to worst, we can cross a room or two of the list of places to look around. Where should we start?
[There's plenty of places, after all.]
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I assume you've already tried the bar proper? Hm... Why don't we look around the library?
[Get the stereotypical secret library passageway theory out of the way.]
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[To the library then! Let's go, but while they do...]
You know, it wouldn't be surprising if there was something hidden in the library, honestly. That's such a cliche in movies and books...
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[He's not putting it past the Coordinators is what he's implying.]
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Well, if one of the books turns out to be a lever of some sort, we'll know we've struck gold. Honestly, I'm not even sure how they could get much worse...
[Well, they should be there by now...she's gonna peer around the room a bit before looking back up to him.]
Wanna split the room in half and meet at the end? It'd give us even ground to go off of, and worst come to worst, it'll have been thoroughly checked.
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Sure. So we don't drive ourselves mad checking every book, maybe just look for ones that stick out. Like it doesn't belong with the genre you're looking in, that sort of thing.
[With that, he starts getting to work. Thank goodness no one else is in here right now, otherwise they'd look so silly with how obvious about this they're being.]
So, Maizono. Read any books from here yourself?
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[She says that idly while she takes the other side and gets to work, thinking. Rin was able to find a little sewing book, and there seemed to be a little bit of stuff outside of that. She'll just kind of scan through the books idly, before Rideaux speaks up.]
A few, honestly. When we first found this place, I picked out a little stack of books to read in my room...they've been decent entertainment, if...honestly kind of trashy.
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[That's kind of his pet project back home: studying foreign medical practices from other dimensions. But alas.
Sayaka might hear a light chuckle from him across the room as he runs a finger along the rows of books.]
Trashy is right. [...] Strange is another way I'd put it. I hadn't heard of a lot of those ridiculous concepts. I suppose that is why they are labeled as science fiction, though.
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[She keeps checking through the books, shaking her head a bit. So far, no dice, but she'll keep on looking...]
Well, the space travel isn't entirely weird--it's happened, at least in my world. But the weirdly bad futures just seem kind of strange...
[she says, being from one]
I can't help but think they just put those in to weigh us down.