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

[destage]

[fern, asking that question is walking into hell

...It takes a couple seconds for Sayaka to just...think on it.]

...Could you bring by some ice cream? I know it isn't a proper lunch food, but I...that's what I could really use.

[greenmamabear]

[That gets her to smile a sad smile.]

Of course. I'll see if I can track down any toppings too, alright?

[destage]

I'd appreciate it. Anything sweet would be lovely.

[...Fern, you're too good to someone like her.]

[greenmamabear]

[child you need a confidence boost

She smiles and disappears for a bit, but returns before long with two bowls of ice cream with chocolate sauce and a cherry on top.]

I'm... not sure how to make a banana split, but I think this'll do.

[destage]

[...god, Fern is too good to her. Fern is way too good to her, and she can't even begin to kind of just...think about what's going to happen, when their secrets are revealed...]

...It looks wonderful, Fern-san. Um...thank you very much.

[She'll...take that bowl, carefully.]

[greenmamabear]

Oh, its no prob-

[...Sayaka looks extremely pale, actually. Her hand automatically goes to her forehead, feeling for any heat.]

Are you feeling alright? Aches, pains?

[destage]

Nothing...physical, really. It's...

[...]

There's...nothing that can...really be done at this point. There's nothing we can do. There's nothing.

[greenmamabear]

[Oh honey.

She stands there quietly, trying to think about the right words. What do you even say to all encroaching despair? The fear of something Fern can't even identify. Not even secrets safe in this hellhole of a prison.]

...There's ice cream and a friendly ear.

[destage]

[...That's...]

...I just want to pretend everything's...gonna be fine, for just a little while longer. Before...

[before everyone knows how terrible I am.]

You know?

[greenmamabear]

[Fern really doesn't understand what could be so bad that its gotten Sayaka this spooked. What could bug one girl this much?]

...Then we can do that too. Take our minds off things and pretend. For a little bit.

Does that sound good?

[destage]

...I'd really appreciate that.

[Her smile is...still so, so very shaky. She's afraid, but...maybe pretending like this, it'll help. It'll help take her mind off of all of this.]

[greenmamabear]

[She goes for the most comforting smile possible and touches her shoulder.]

Then let's eat ice cream, chat, and maybe build a gosh darn blanket fort. [Go all in on comfort.]

[destage]

[...considering she's got extra blankets in her room, and just. Everything happening today? She will gladly take that comfort.]

Let's, then. That sounds like so much fun.

[greenmamabear]

[Assuming her approval, Fern goes ahead and enters the room.

She takes a look at the bed and the blankets. She eats a few spoonfuls of ice cream, an extremely serious look on her face.]

...We're gonna need a chair and pillows and stuff. The best forts need good stability supporting it.

[Is she for real or is she playing this up for comfort? Yes.]

[destage]

[Honestly, she buys it? This is a good distraction.]

Well, I've got a chair at the desk--if we need more, maybe they wouldn't miss one from the dining room for a little while? Otherwise...hmm. I think we could improvise, if need be.

[Maybe there's some extra shit around elsewhere, who knows.]

[greenmamabear]

...You think anyone would mind if we took a few couch cushion from one of the other rooms?

[Which is probably in what, the board game room. That seems like a place with a couch]

[destage]

...I don't think they'll notice too much. Come on, Fern-san, let's make a field trip.

[We doin' this, we makin' it happen]

[greenmamabear]

[She grins, heading right back out of the room, still eating ice cream.]

Now remember: [munch] This is a stealth operation. If we get caught, we gotta run for the hills.

[destage]

Now, now, don't you worry, Fern-san. [Munch, crunch.] We have got this. We have luck on our side, and two banana splits.

[greenmamabear]

Two heroic souls, marching on a, uhhhhh... valiant quest. We'll nab that treasure and heroically return and bask in... our... heroics!

[she's trying so hard]