trustfell | WEEK 3.

WEEK 3.

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.

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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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[The past couple of days have passed quietly, at least as far as your captors go; there haven't been any incidents, nor are there any signs that they're intending to interfere in your business more than necessary. It's probably a welcome break; unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and sometime shortly after noon on Tuesday, Jericho can be heard over the public-address system.]

Oh, hey – if you could all meet in the foyer in about ten minutes, it'd be appreciated. We've got something in there that you guys might not want to leave alone.

[Well, that's...probably needlessly ominous.

That said, however, the "something" that's in there this afternoon seems to be a table with a stack of red envelopes on them; Alena is standing next to it, though she doesn't seem to be moving, just watching as everyone files in. She won't answer is anyone tries to talk to her; she'll just shake her head and shush you. Later.

And after those ten minutes have passed, Jericho can be heard again over the system; shortly after he starts speaking, Alena picks up the stack of envelopes, passing them out to everyone who's in here. Once she's done, she'll turn and disappear back into the office without a word.]

Since we've got you guys in here, I thought I'd let you know what's going on this week – it's another little nudge in the right direction, I think, something to keep you guys moving. You're all doing a great job avoiding the timer so far and I think we all want to keep that much up, right?

So here's what's going on. You're all coming in off of really varied backgrounds, I'm sure you've all noticed that by now! You've even been coming up with a bunch of theories about it, it's really cute to listen to you during meetings. Because holy shit, look at you guys go!

Thing is, though - some of you have been a lot more honest than others. A lot more. And I thought it'd be a good idea to level the playing field a bit. So! These envelopes are how we're going to do that.

Inside each of them you'll find something written down that's...important to you. Something you want to keep close. Maybe you've been hiding it for years, maybe you've just been hiding for...I don't know, two and a half weeks now. Hell if I know who. Maybe you think everyone will hate you if they know, maybe you know for a fact someone will kill you if they do. Or maybe it's just something you're used to keeping to yourself back home.

No more secrets, guys.

Whatever's in there is going to be made known to everyone if you don't kill someone by the end of the week. It doesn't have to happen tomorrow or anything – though it can if you'd like! – so you'll have some time to think it over. Decide what's really important to you. Because if you don't at least attempt Rule Seven, everyone's going to know. And when I say everyone, I mean everyone – everyone here, everyone back home.

And by the way...? Only the person who attempts Rule Seven is going to be safe – everyone else is getting theirs made known by the end of the week, no matter what happens.

Have a good week, guys. It's probably going to be a long one.

[This post here is set up specifically for this motive; enter your information as you see fit, and please do so by Thursday evening.]

Edited 2017-09-26 16:19 (UTC)

[Fern starts her week with determination. She understood a lot more now about the Hospital and if she can figure out that mess, she figure this out. She'll spend the morning investigating the third floor, knocking on walls. There's a lot of space going unused, according to her math. Maybe there's something hollow in between the board game room and the bathroom.

This pretty much stops once she finds the bar. She's... not necessarily a drinker, but by this point, she desperately needs it. She chugs one down and is handily grabbing and stuffing them under her arms or slipping the smaller stuff into her pockets. Oooooh mama.]

Oh that's the good stuff....

[With more confidence though comes some relenting. She can also be found in the foyer, some drinks with her, drawing and writing once again. She's trying to keep her thoughts together on what the good doctor told her and she figures its best to get it all on paper. But in front of her, she's put a little sign.]

Info Trade! You give me one recipe, you can ask any question about me or the green that you want!

[Information was key. Why keep people wondering anymore?]

[...so, that boy really was the kid she knew from middle school. She can't help but be a little pleased to reconnect with someone she knew, after so long. It's...honestly nice, to think about. That they weren't immediately resorting to something awful.

Sayaka wakes up at least somewhat more at ease, today, and decides to explore the third floor in full. The Bar is, surprisingly enough, the place she starts with--she's a little surprised to see it, honestly, but she's going to be looking around the room and trying to see what she can find. Examining bottles, shelves, tables--if anyone happens to come in, Sayaka will wave from where ever she's currently exploring with a smile.]

Good morning! Interesting new room here, huh? I can't say I'd expect a school to have anything like this!

[Of course, she's...weirdly enough, gonna be in the Conference Room again. She's got paper out, but this time she isn't writing. It looks like she's drawing circles, but they're all kind of...strange? They may be a little reminiscent of the symbol that was shown in the execution yesterday, but it looks like she's trying to make something unique with it? Some are...really, really basic, but seem to have very flowy designs? She gets the concept that it's supposed to be concentrated toward the center, at least, but...

...Then there's the design she's working on currently, that can only be described as a flower shoved into a circle? ...If nothing else, it's probably gonna be pretty if Sayaka could stop focusing on the details so goddamn much. She has no concept of any of the science behind this, but she's. She's trying, okay.

Of course, she'll be in the Ballroom come the evening, practicing like usual. She can't afford to get rusty anymore, not after what she promised Chitoge. She may never get the chance to see it, but she'll do something for the girl, goddammit.]

[Rideaux is not in a good mood when he exits his room this morning. Another weirdly vivid dream, and another unnecessary reminder of exactly why Julius is #1 on his profile's dislikes.

He grumbles his way through making breakfast in the kitchen, scrambling his eggs like he has some kind of grudge against them and putting more sugary additives into his coffee than is necessary. He can be found in the dining hall afterword, but the vibe he's giving off is...definitely more unapproachable than usual, so tread carefully.

Anyone checking for changes on the second floor later in the morning can find Rideaux in the infirmary, doing his daily routine there of organizing the cabinets and checking inventory. He doesn't seem to have cooled off any though. The hell is up his ass today?

Finally, he checks out the new floor. He initially stops at the staircase leading to it, once again thinking of his conversation with Sayaka about new floors being some sort of reward. Since this has now happened for a second time, he can't help but meet the floor with a slight scowl. Even more-so when he reaches the bar. It's both a welcome sight and a source of annoyance, because they "earned" this by being forced to play along.

...this fact does not stop Rideaux from making himself a drink and settling down at the counter to begrudgingly drink his reward. He did kind of need this.

He'll be there for a little while, but eventually he and his drink move on as he continues his investigation of the new floor. The game room isn't of much interest, but he actually does end up settling in the billiards hall for a good chunk of the rest of the day. He's occupying one of the dart boards, launching darts at it with great enthusiasm. Surprisingly, he's a very good shot. He's hitting a lot of bullseyes or at least around the bullseye. Despite how skillful his throws are though, the way he's playing gives off the impression that he's letting off a lot of steam.

He's content to do this alone for a while, but this activity finally gets him to settle down. So later on may be up for a bit of friendly competition.]

[ Chie's out exploring the newly opened floor (she can see the pattern - this clearly must be some form of reward for surviving) and after checking out the billiards hall, she heads into the bar. ]

A bar, huh? [ That's an interesting thing to put in a school. ] Maybe they thought we needed a drink.

...I'd be rather concerned for anyone who starts drinking too heavily here. But I suppose there's some merit in the people who are old enough finally getting something they're used to.

[She has a feeling that people will be utilizing this place a lot.]

It does seem kind of strange, though. Maybe it was more of a college?

[ ...Ugh, she's totally never telling that guy that he's in her dreams.

Anyway, today begins in... the kitchen, actually. She doesn't have a partner to learn with anymore, but Aligula's got a recipe book anyway and a handful of ingredients; she looks like she's going to make pancakes, which are easy, and judging on the amount of fruit she has, also going to be very sweet? At least her knifework is impeccable, even if the majority of her pancakes—and she will be making a lot of them—are a little too overdone.

Anyway, come take some well-done fruit-filled pancakes off her hands, she's made whipped cream too so enjoy... that.

She'll be enjoying her breakfast (and hot chocolate) in the sewing room; she's busy working on clothing again, just like she was after she was done at the afterparty over the weekend, but instead of a shirt she's commandeered most of the torsos for two very distinctly different things: dresses and... costumes, maybe? It's hard to tell, but they're certainly brighter and full of way more color than the dresses she's working on making.

Aligula'll be in there most of the day, probably going back to the kitchen to dump her plate and maybe eat, things like that, so catch her any time; her night is going to be spent finally checking out the new floor they earned. She can be found generally poking her nose around there, if you're out late enough, and sometime around midnight she'll take a more permanent roosting in the bar. Mostly to check out the selection, though she isn't pouring herself a drink or anything—she actually prefers wine to liquor and beer, because she's classy like that—and then taking a seat at one of the tables away from the bar itself.

Not that her hands are unoccupied, though, she has a pack of cigarettes? No lighter, which is probably for the better, given all the alcohol. She doesn't smoke either, but these are small and she's having a reasonably fun time unwrapping one and giving it an autopsy. ]

Or maybe it was never a school in the first place. Colleges aren't supposed to encourage students to drink.

[ . . . So the family all knew that there was some human kid who knew their secret the whole time. That boyfriend might be even more important than she had thought. It's for this reason that while Elda is slow to get up and prepare herself (though she does fix up her hair and nails) once she's out of that room around noon or so she's in the Foyer once more sketching some things. This time trying to get the image of a boy and a girl from memory. The girl (who is... functionally identical to her other than her tits and hair especially in a sketch) is finished easily, but she can't seem to get the boy's face right, especially the eyes. They were beady, but were they cold? Not really, right?

Mmm.

Well, eventually, she does have other things to get to. Namely, seeing the new floor! She's going up there and... well. She's going to go and explore the game room more than the others, honestly. She had said she wanted to play board games and there are a lot of them here. She's actually opened up three or four of them and is skimming the rules of them. ]

Hey, let's play something.

[ To whoever is unfortunate enough to walk past. ]

Edited 2017-09-24 18:38 (UTC)

[Luca is an absolute snoop, because he is trying to avoid thinking about the memory he just got. So when he sees Elda there drawing, he can't help but comment.]

I didn't know you were one to draw.

[It's a little later in the day that Sayaka comes on by--she's mostly been doing her own thing and examining the rooms a bit, and this is the last one she stops by to check out. She's not surprised by anyone being in there, admittedly, but...

...Huh. He's actually a pretty good shot with the darts. That's not something she expected. Still, she'll...knock on the door first, out of politeness before entering.]

You've had a lot of practice with this, right? If this were a game, you'd probably be ahead of everyone else by a landslide.

[...she's just gonna go over and check some other stuff out, admittedly, but it's an observation if nothing else.]

...That is true. It would make sense, at least, but now I'd have to wonder just what kind of place this actually is supposed to be. Maybe some kind of mansion...?

[Estelle is just looking on the third floor to see what there is, but she seems surprised when someone calls out to her and almost jumps before her expression goes back to being somewhat flat. Of course, she's still attempting a smile, but it's not the same expression that people expect of her.]

I'm afraid I don't know how to play many games.

[Her voice is soft and almost timid.]

[you know he was just popping in here, but...]

What game were you thinking, then?

[Estelle finds herself in the ballroom with a book she grabbed from the library. She doesn't want to be alone so she purposely put herself in a place where at least someone was there in a place where it's okay for people to speak. Even if people have been talking in the library-- she supposes it's just one of those unspoken rules.]

Oh, it's been one of my hobbies forever.

[ It's said with an easy smile even if she's not sure about being snooped on that's rude?? But she grins anyway, lounging back to show off the sketch. It's... very good. ]

Okay, then a card game it is.

[ She... pushes the board game she had been examining to the floor. Pieces fall everywhere. Sorry, board game.... But she pulls a deck of cards out from the confines of her dress, shuffling it as she ushers the princess over to her. ]

I don't know, one of these? Cards? Really, I'm just looking for some competition before the mask girl decides we all need to play strip poker. Get my skills up to par.

Edited 2017-09-24 19:40 (UTC)

[Oh, she didn't mean to have Elda do that. Part of her wants to pick it up, but perhaps it's just best to follow along with the other as she comes near her.]

I'm familiar with a few card games.

[Easy ones like war, go-fish, maybe slap jack...]

[Well, Sayaka was gonna come in here to get her usual cup of tea, honestly--she stops when she sees Aligula at such hard work, just...kind of impressed, honestly.]

Morning, Aligula-san! You're hard at work, I see.

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INCENTIVE

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Small Investigation!

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Kitchen