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

[destage]

Ahaha...Alex-chan told me the same thing. To my credit, I was drinking some water, but...yeah...

[Sayaka will take the aspirin with a smile, plopping a tablet into her mouth. She wished she'd eaten something more than those angel pastry things, in hindsight. Ugh.]

Honestly, I can't blame them...last night was a mess and a half. Doing that, I could almost forget just what on earth happened in the trial room and those words on the wall.

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah...yeah.

[But it did happen, and the words are still there.]

Maybe we could cover them up. It wouldn't stop everyone from knowing, but we wouldn't have to look at them all the time.

[destage]

...It might be a good idea, but...who knows how they'd react to it. Maybe it's just best to leave well alone and pretend it doesn't exist.

[That's doubtful, at least, but she's hopeful? ...No, not really.]

[ninehundredlives]

The rules do say we can "utilize the facility to our liking". Not that I really want to go ask Alena if it's okay first...but if there's no rule against it, they can't punish us for anything, can they?

[destage]

...They could just keep fixing it day after day and halt progress entirely.

[And she's not sure if that's better or worse than the idea of a rule breaking infraction.]

[ninehundredlives]

That actually sounds pretty funny.

[destage]

...Maybe the first few times it would be. But after that, it'd...just kind of be a reminder about how everything here is an uphill battle.

[ninehundredlives]

...maybe.

[She still thinks it would be worth it just to be a minor inconvenience to them. But not if it would bother Sayaka.]

It'd be nice if we had paints. Though I guess it wouldn't be very safe to use a lot of it, with everything so closed in. [Not as much as you'd need to cover a wall.]

[destage]

[If they could actually make a lasting impact on their ability to play the game...that'd be funner.

The subject of paint, though...that gets a small smile out of Sayaka.]

...It'd be nice, yeah. Maybe we could give the walls of this place some character--or hang up some paintings? I'm not sure if they'd be very good, but they'd probably make this place feel a little more homey.

[ninehundredlives]

I used to paint some, when I was younger. I guess I wouldn't mind doing it again.

[too bad we got ALL THE EXERCISE ROOMS this time]

We could still do something, but taping up drawings doesn't really feel the same.

[destage]

Ah, you did? Was it just a little hobby, or was it something you wanted to be when you grew up?

[Color her a little curious.]

[ninehundredlives]

Just a hobby, really. I stopped around the time I went to nursing school. You don't have a lot of time for hobbies then, you know? And afterwards...

[Marriage and kids. But wait, people know about that now.]

Well, you know how it is. People get busy.

[destage]

...Yeah. I can understand that.

[That's the way her own life became, after all.]

It wouldn't be bad to take it up again, though. Here, especially. It'd probably help get your mind off everything.

[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]

What do you think you'd like to draw, Ashworth-san? Anything specific?

[Color her curious.]

[ninehundredlives]

...it sounds trite, but maybe a landscape? We haven't seen the outside in ages.

[destage]

It doesn't sound like that at all. I think it's honestly a wonderful idea...I don't know if our ideas of landscapes are the same, but I imagine you could make a beautiful one!

[ninehundredlives]

Probably not. [The ideas, that is.] I bet it looks pretty different in Japan...but I live in London, anyway. It's not really a pretty English countryside.