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]

...My secret isn't exactly nice, but what can anyone do? It's not like I'm...

[...she peers a bit at Susan.]

...Were you worried that I was considering acting?

[ninehundredlives]

[...hm. Now, that's interesting. Was she?]

I don't think so. If you were, rushing after you with a cup of tea wouldn't change anything.

[destage]

[...well.

Huh.]

...Were you trying to make it feel like I wasn't alone, then?

[ninehundredlives]

...I guess you could say that?

[Susan isn't. Really used to talking about feelings and hypothetical feelings like this?]

[destage]

[...Susan, you confuse the heck out of her.]

...Are you just as confused as to why you did this...?

[ninehundredlives]

I worry about you more often than this, you know.

[destage]

...You shouldn't have to...

[Like, she can understand this time, at least. Even if it still feels weird.]

Am I really someone who makes you worry that much?

[ninehundredlives]

...sure. This place is hell, why wouldn't I worry?

[destage]

...That'd imply that the only thing I did to elicit worry was exist, Ashworth-san. Is that really it?

[ninehundredlives]

[God, why are you making her examine this]

You...remind me a little of myself. Holding up in my flat hasn’t served me well...but you’re still young. You can do something else.

[destage]

[Because she is Suspicious, okay. Gosh.

...And that. Ahahahaha, that. That gets a bit of an odd expression out of her--like, something that's supposed to be a smile, but it looks so utterly in disbelief. Like she doesn't believe it at all.]

...I'm glad you have so much faith in me, Ashworth-san.

[ninehundredlives]

...I've been alone for a while before this. It isn't good.

[And she'll probably go back to that, but. You know.]