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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[destage]

...I don't know. I don't...I don't...

[She's always been unnerved by where she got that scar, ever since that meeting--she answered Kimblee's question of having an unusual scar on her stomach, but she never understood where she got it. She never understood...]

I...I don't know if I tried to kill Naegi-kun...and he...or I...

[matchbreaker]

[ People don't come back to life (Fern did)

Humans don't survive past death (Fern did)

She frowns, but then crawls up onto the bed proper, disengaging the girl's hand to instead pull her into an embrace. She's going to hug her again? Or at least, that's her intent. ]

Either way, I can hear your heartbeat now, smell your blood. You're as alive as me or anyone else here.

[destage]

[She'll take it. God, she'll gladly take it, and just...shudder, a bit.]

...I'm...different now, from the girl I was there. Right?

[matchbreaker]

You didn't have me before.

[ That's said arrogantly, but it's more of a jokes than anything else. She squeezes the other, ]

But no, no. I've faith in you, Sayaka. You're no one's example.

[destage]

...Or anyone like you, before.

[Sayaka...mutters this a bit, but...she seems to be a lot less tense at that. The girl she was there, and the girl she is here...they're different people. She wouldn't do something so awful...]

Thank you. That...really means a lot.

[matchbreaker]

[ Mmm. Her memories do present them with some unique insights though, potentially... she won't go into it now it's not important. ]

You had to hear me shouting about my worries, besides.