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

[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...]

[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.

[firstaid]

The button I found in the library was the only on in there. I looked for others but to no avail.

[So she knows it's not there...]

Hopefully more investigations turn up more buttons.

[ninehundredlives]

Hopefully. It seems like it all just keeps building on itself. Maybe eventually there'll be a floor where it all makes sense.

[firstaid]

Perhaps so. I'm just glad that we're finding things.

[It will hopefully get her to investigate some more herself.]

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah. It feels a little like progress, you know?

[Even if they haven't really gotten anywhere yet]

[firstaid]

It does. We should report this at the meeting because... because we need this. We need to show everyone what we're finding.

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah. We'll tell them together, yeah?

[firstaid]

Yes. Let's plan on it!