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!]

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INVESTIGATION

[ninehundredlives]

[Today in the dining room, as Susan drinks her coffee and eats her eggs, she's got a bunch of stuff sitting out on the table in front of her. She's barely even looking for a trade, to be honest; it's all junk to her. Except one thing, and she'll comment to anyone who passes:]

Do you know if anybody here can play the guitar?

[There's no reason to waste a perfectly good musical instrument, after all.

Later, she goes to the billiard room. There's nothing here of particular interest to her, not even the dartboards really, but she can't recall anybody saying that they'd investigated in here. Maybe she can make herself useful by poking around a little? If I haven't missed someone investigating in here already, she'll start by looking over the cue racks up against the wall. Cabanela found a hidden door, after all...

In the evening, earlier than her usual time, Susan will be in the ballroom playing the piano again. She'll look up if anyone enters, but won't immediately stop playing.]

[trustfellows]

[It doesn't look like there's anything off with the cue sticks!]

[ninehundredlives]

[This all feels a little silly. What if we check behind the dartboards?]

[trustfellows]

[It doesn't look like there's anything off behind them either!]

[ninehundredlives]

[Hm. Under the billiard tables?]

[trustfellows]

[Under the table is always a good place to look! You'll be rewarded today - it seems there's a hidden compartment under there. Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be any way to get it open right now.]

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan will probably mess with it for a good ten minutes before coming to this conclusion herself. Is there any sign of how it might come open - seams, keyholes, anything like that?]

[trustfellows]

[It looks like there's a seam, but it's so slim you can't even get your fingernails in it to pry it open. You'll probably have to find some other way to get it open.]

[ninehundredlives]

[About how big is it?]

Dining room

[heritrix]

[Hey, neighbor. While she was in a better mood earlier in the week, Rin's in a stoic mood as she sorts through the items Susan has on display. With the motive hanging over everyone's head, that seems to be the case for a lot of people. Someone who knows how to play a guitar though? Rin glances up from where she was examining the gel packs.]

The guy in the loud yellow jacket, maybe. [She's talking about Terumi.] Or Alex. I don't have a clue, to be honest with you, but I think their profiles mentioned they like live music.

[Or indie music, in Alex's case, but she just assumed those were similar.]

[ninehundredlives]

No offense, but I don't think I'll be tracking him down.

[Terumi doesn't seem like a person that Susan really wants to engage with. Loud, bright,
fucking creep.

It just seems like a shame for it to sit in my room.

[heritrix]

[Rin waves a hand as if to dismiss that. She's really not sure what to make of Terumi, but zero offense taken there.]

I pulled two of them out of the machine yesterday. As well-cared for as they are, they would fetch a nice price. I'm no musician, so I thought I would pawn them when I get home.

[Home's been on her mind a lot lately.]

[ninehundredlives]

...I have to admit, I haven't really seen the point in planning for home.

[heritrix]

I can't plan for anything else but that.

[ninehundredlives]

If it helps you. I don't have much at home to look forward to anyway.

[heritrix]

It can't be worse than here, can it?

[ninehundredlives]

Worse? No...not most of the time, no. But it's not really something I hope for.

[heritrix]

If it's not making you happy, wouldn't it be better to move, or just make a few adjustments in your life?

[Like it should be that simple.]

[ninehundredlives]

You make it sound so easy.

[how sweet....]

[heritrix]

[It's not?

Rin frowns, like that's just the question she wants to ask. If not for the memory she received this week, she probably would, but...

It's impossible to remember Shirou, and the way he seemed to mentally slam on the brakes throughout their date, always on the cusp of when he finally seemed to be having fun. His answer when she called him on it frustrated her; whatever he'd been through, she remembers thinking she couldn't understand why he couldn't get over it. After the things Caster said, she realized he'd been through a pretty major trauma, and it started to make a little more sense, but even then...]

I wouldn't say I'd expect it to be easy. If something is difficult, that just makes it more worth doing in my eyes, and not impossible. But maybe I'm the strange one...

[She's seriously starting to consider that's the case, anyways, like it's a revolutionary idea to her.]

[ninehundredlives]

What if you don't know what it is? It's not as though there's some magic thing out there that's going to make everything better. Sure, maybe I could move away, but it would just change my scenery.

[heritrix]

I've never asked myself questions like that, to be honest with you. If I don't like something, I change it, and if I can't change it I move on.

[ninehundredlives]

That must be nice.

[To not have, like, crippling depression?]

[heritrix]

[Honestly, I'm just thanking the academy I gave her back the memory I did this week so she has the capacity to be more sensitive than she was when she told the kid with PTSD to "get over it". Japan is bad with understanding mental illness and Rin is worse because #mage-life

But she's trying? She's really trying.]

What would you like for these gel packs?

[ninehundredlives]

Those? Do you know what they are?

[Because she has no idea, and has been unwilling to open mystery gel packets.]