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

[notaccurate]

Mmm, that is true. It would be nice to forget that for a few hours, if I were being honest.

[He sets the card aside, and moves to take a drink from his glass. Once he's done he swirls the ice around for a bit as he chuckles.]

Though this place is definitely lacking in that kind of company.

[perpend]

[He doesn't have a drink of his own, but that's an easy enough problem to fix as Cabanela strides to the back of the bar, looking for something hard and high proof.]

It wooould be nice, for nothing to happen, just once.

We could all have a toast to not falling for threats meant to divide us.

[notaccurate]

I will drink to that if we wake up tomorrow with no corpses.

[And he will also drink because he wants to drink. He's just not toasting anything quite yet.]