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

[chessturner]

[Kyrie doesn't take the crystal, just looking closely. She whistles with admiration when she sees just how close the bolt is]

You weren't kidding, that's impressive aim.

[She prepares her own crossbow, aiming at the crystal]

I'm more used to guns and rifles, I had never seen crossbows like these before. That'll be my excuse if I miss and embarrass myself.

[She's kind of kidding. Kyrie aims at the crystal and fires. It's...well, it was a good shot, relatively speaking, like one millimeter from Sigrun's bolt, but yeah. This is too tall of an order for Kyrie]

[captainobnoxious]

[Ahhh that is nice, she'll clap her hands.]

Not bad, not bad! I think we could make a Viking out of you yet. How do you feel about extreme colds?

[asking for a friend and etc]

[chessturner]

Oh? I thought you were from Norway, not from the arctic circle.

[Yeah, she's kidding. Is it really that cold over there, Sigrun? Wow that's tough!]

[captainobnoxious]

[Kyrie?? Teasing someone??? Oh man.]

You'd never be able to tell the difference come winter! That's why we don't usually take on expeditions then, keep it to the summer when everything's more up and about. What's your weather like?

[chessturner]

[Hoh, it does happen!]

Usually it's rather temperate. We do have winter, but it's easy to stay warm and cozy. We have all kinds of stuff to help with that. Have you heard about the kotatsu?