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!]

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[sleepytimegal]

[ Well, she'll clear a few things up. Point at the boy with the beanie, the one who she has her arm around in the final picture: ]

Jonas, the step-brother. [ Then the fluffy-haired boy on Jonas' other side. ] Ren, my best friend. [ ...Then the black-haired girl, on Alex's other side. ] Nona, girl from school and Clarissa's [ taps on the redhead ] best friend.

[ ...no elaboration on Clarissa, yet. ]

We were the ones all on the island together.

[brandnewday]

'Honey Heartbeat' is a mixture of pop and rap! Pop is an upbeat sorta song. It's short for 'popular,' because the style is meant to be accessible, commercial, and both fun and easy to listen to. It's all about gettin' people to move! And rap is when someone speaks quickly and rhythmically, sorta like poetry in the middle of a song.

[She's perky and helpful as she explains! Beneath that dimness of hers, she really does understand the music industry inside and out.]

What kinda music did they have where you're from? If you only have classical, I do know how to play the guitar. Ya can't be an idol if you don't know how to read music, so I picked up an instrument, too.

[heritrix]

[...well, there's worse people who would walk in on this scene.]

A gift I plan to give to myself. [Rin pulls the section of fabric she was working on free, running her fingers over the seam. Poking one finger through a gap. Hmm.] My school uniform doesn't have a high collar, like the shirt I'm wearing now.

[matchbreaker]

Oh, your bruises didn't heal?

[ She says this idly, but with a secretive tone, at least? As she gets up close to watch the girl work on this thing. She's smirking, but... well, it doesn't totally reflect her mood. The dreams's made her sick. ]

[firstaid]

[At this point Estelle is just staying in the library as she has a book she pulled off from the shelf and is reading it. Well, at least she's staying out of her room for now... When Susan comes down to the library, Estelle looks up from the book she was reading and gives her a curious look.]

...did anything happen?

[hesperos]

[ Yuri's about to say something, but at least she doesn't do it a third time -- closing it, that is.

Yeah, the way she's speaking is concerning. ]

What happened? Was it a dream?

[hesperos]

You haven't? You didn't get the chance before or you just didn't feel like it until now?

[firstaid]

Yes.

[She sounds depressed, but she won't leave it at that.]

I... fully understand your secret now.

[There's no hatred or anything like that. If anything, she's attempting to sound friendly? After all, she still fully believes her words to him from that day: "If you ever point your blade at me, then I will have done something to deserve it."]

[firstaid]

[Adelina actually gets greeted somewhat instantly as Estelle opens the door. Unlike with others, her eye peeks through the crack.]

Good evening, Adelina. Did you need anything?

[firstaid]

I know I'm not alone...

[She hugs her legs up to her chest as she rests the cup of tea on top of her knees.]

...I'm just terrified right now.

[chessturner]

If it's any consolation, a normal person can't just use them. You'd need a certain amount of training and good aim to use them properly, and I'd be willing to bet not many here have both qualities.

[chessturner]

One single piece of evidence isn't enough to determine something like that.

[It's not a nice thought that could be what's going on -- good thing this is completely wrong, hahaha]

Although vaults would certainly be good for quarantines.

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah! Not to the compartment, but I think it's made a new door appear in the game room. I couldn't get it open, but it's not the same one the Inspector found, I think? Come and take a look?

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah... [She sounds unenthusiastic.] It'll help people get their energy out, I guess.

[ninehundredlives]

It wasn't really that bad. It'd be ridiculous to expect you to just...dive right in to something like that.

[Why would you expect a teenager to just be. Instantly okay and good at dealing with murder trials?]

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah. It'd be nice. Maybe even just drawing a little...

[She's been drawing those little portraits of the dead, but that's not. Really fun.]

[destage]

[...]

It...showed a shot of my group performing, before it went to a shot of...the rest of them, lying on the stage. I don't know if they were just...passed out, or if they're dead, but a screen showed that bear's face...

[She's not having a good time recalling this.]

It--It was bad.

[firstaid]

Yes, I'll come with you.

[And follow her up to the gameroom they go to look at the door!]

I imagine you attempted to slide it open...

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah. I guess it's locked. And there's nowhere to put a key either... [Card or otherwise.] Maybe it needs another button?

[destage]

[That...actually gets Sayaka to pause for a bit, kind of stunned. Of all of the people to really think that or say that...actually, when she thinks about it, it makes sense? She was willing to give her such good advice, even if everything got revealed anyway.

It gets a very genuine smile out of Sayaka, before she bows her head.]

...Thank you, Ushiromiya-san. That...really means a lot to me.

[How many people have just believe in her, and not the perfect idol she was supposed to be? Not a lot. Not even herself.]

[firstaid]

[Because Estelle is Estelle, she's going to attempt to open this sliding door just to see...]

Maybe so...

[But where would this button be? So many buttons...]

[bloodbiter]

It's good to know it's difficult to use them properly, but... Using them improperly is still a risk, is it not?

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan folds her arms.]

There's too many fucking buttons around here. And keys that don't go with any doors. [.....] But it's a good thing we found it. Now we know the next step.

[bloodbiter]

I don't require anything, no... I simply wanted to see how you are. I hadn't seen you around today.

[There's concern in her voice.]

[destage]

Don't worry...I plan to, once this kicks in.

[She just needs a bit...]

I did it well enough last night, but gosh...I don't know if I'll be trying that again. I'm just glad sleeping most of the day away helped...