WEEK 4.

[trustfellows]

WEEK 4 Walter White and Fern Green have joined the deceased. Their losses will be felt, just like all the deaths before them. While you might be tempted to put that mess of a trial out of your heads, it's hard to forget what happened. It's even harder to ignore the secrets that have been revealed, still burned into the wall of the dining room. You all have a lot to discuss, don't you? 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... The past week's trial seemed to be hard on everyone, including your captors, it seems that you're still being rewarded for your work; a new floor has been opened up to you, and along with it the return of the uneasy sense that they approve of what you're doing here: killing each other, picking one another off, singling each other out in the trials. It's likely not a pleasant feeling, knowing you're giving them what they want. But what else is there to be done? PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 28

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[OOC: Welcome to week four 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

[hentopan]

Tch, memories are rarely truly erased.

[destage]

Oh, here, definitely. I get along with just about everyone, I'd say...it's honestly really nice? I don't have to worry too much, unless it's a Thursday night.

[...that's surprisingly honest from her, at least.]

Marker-san, Kimblee-san, Alex...-chan [There's a noticeable pause, like she forgot to add the suffix there for a moment.], you, Ashworth-san...and so many others, really.

[matchbreaker]

Oh certainly, crimes were solved for centuries without that such, after all.

[ anyway, she rocks in her seat again. They got away from the original topic of the letter but... what more does she even have to say? They sort of got that out of the way, right? It doesn't sit perfectly with her, but it's quite fair enough. ]

[matchbreaker]

Except by force, no.

[ She agrees, ]

They just recede with time and without use.

[ninehundredlives]

[Yeah, Susan is...pretty okay with getting away from the topic of the letter. At the same time, though, it's a little awkward being in here talking around it.]

...well. [She folds it up with two sharp creases and puts it in her pocket as she stands.] I'm not just going to kill myself out of nowhere, here. Don't let somebody use one of these to set up some kind of fake suicide.

[sleepytimegal]

No, we, uh... I kind of tapped into the dimension with my radio...? ...It was bad.

[matchbreaker]

I won't.

[ She nods, and with the topic back on hand: ]

I'll be sure to vouch for you, if need be.

[chessturner]

[That's a lot of people!]

I don't think you have anything to worry about -- but it'd be prudent to not leave your room on Thursday night, anyway.

[Who'd attack Sayaka? Not many, Kyrie guesses]

[sleepytimegal]

Not...really, but you know, I'll take it.

[ninehundredlives]

It's a little grander than just getting back at you, at that point.

[ninehundredlives]

Isn't all that dancing exercise enough? I couldn't keep that up a quarter of the time some of those girls do.

[sleepytimegal]

...If, uh...if we get out of here, and it's all okay, could...you put in a good word for me? If I haven't figured out how to fix it myself.

[brandnewday]

That's right! [She's happy for some reason that Susan is talking about her career...it feels nice.] But I don't have choreography lessons every day. And if I'm doin' TV work, I don't have dancing at all. I was in a TV special earlier this year, and acting work is really different.

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan chuckles.]

I'd be shocked if he thought through it that much. But it seems clear that God doesn't hold much sway here.

[ninehundredlives]

Good. I don't want to be somebody's stalking horse. You'll know if I did it intentionally.

[matchbreaker]

To that end, leave some personal message for me. One that only we'll know.

[ Like. Just to be absolutely sure. ]

[introspects]

Okay, hold on...

[ looking looking, and there's something...handwritten? that seems interesting. let's pick it up.

my name is susan ashworth.

oh, it's from susan! she reads on and on, and her expression grows grim. this...this isn't...

orihime quickly puts the note back on the floor. ]

Did Ashworth-san give a note to you?

[matchbreaker]

[ actually for that one, Orihime's only going to have time to read maybe a sentence or two clearly, because Elda is leaping off the bed in a hurry and snatching that out of her hands. She hisses, pulling that back to herself. She forgot she still had that out. ]

I did happen to get one.

[ninehundredlives]

[Hhhhhhuh. Well, that's new.]

Rideaux has some kind of dimension powers, normally. Maybe he could give you some useful advice?

[ninehundredlives]

Oh, you act too? Do you like doing that?

[She might have some opinions on British pop stars suddenly thinking they're capable actors, but, ah.]

[brandnewday]

Mm. I think I like it a lot. It's like...there's me, Hibiki. And there's another girl who isn't me, but who I'm playing. I have to reach down inside myself...what do we feel that's the same? How have we both felt pain? How have we both felt love? And I express that in my performance.

[She rubs her neck, a little embarrassed by how silly and unprofessional her answer must sound.]

[ninehundredlives]

That's a good idea. Like a code word, or something.

[Let her think for a second.]

I'll say something about candles, alright?

[matchbreaker]

[ Candles... she'd wish for something more specific to her, but going to specific to her might implicate her and that's the last thing she wants. So Elda's going to nod and : ]

That sounds good to me.

[explosivecombat]

Well, they're certainly sapient enough to be insulted by the notion that they aren't.

[destage]

[You never know, in this place.]

I try to get in fairly early, when that happens--that seems to be the best way to avoid anything, right? It's not like anyone here could rip the hinges off the door.