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

Ballroom

[destage]

[To say the least, Sayaka definitely wasn't expecting to see someone else in the ballroom--she usually comes in here to practice, and of all the people she's seen coming and going? The intimidating Terumi was definitely not one of them, and she...kind of just peers through the door for a little bit, unsure what to do?

...Once he's done with the song, though, Sayaka at least has the courtesy to clap for him. He's clearly worked very hard on that song, after all.]

I had no idea you were a musician, Terumi-san. You're very good!

[hentopan]

[ They've never really spoken, but honestly he can appreciate the praise so. ]

Just a hobby I don't get to do too often. You're a singer, right?

[destage]

Really? It seems like you're very good despite that...

[Color her impressed--but she nods her head when he brings up her singing.]

I do, yeah! Pretty much solely pop music, though...I haven't had the chance to really delve into any other genre due to my work.

[hentopan]

Natural talent~.

[ Well he really doesn't like pop, but he does like live music. ]

You sing anything that's not about love bullshit?

[destage]

Well...not really, if I can be honest. I've kind of been pigeon-holed into it by the industry, so it's most of what I know, and both of my biggest songs are about that...

[...]

I wouldn't be opposed to learning something else, though. If you wouldn't mind a student whose used to a different genre?

[hentopan]

I hate teaching my vessels, let alone some brat.

[ That could sound harsher for what it's worth, and he does continue immediately after. ]

You're really sayin you can't improv if I start playin?

[destage]

[...you know, she'd take offense to that, but that last bit actually manages to get her to pause a bit.]

...Like...do something freestyle, you mean?

[are you really asking a popstar for a freestyle, Terumi, what the heck

She...doesn't look opposed, just kind of raising her eyebrow in curiosity? Terumi, why would you ask this]

[hentopan]

Yeah, assuming you can actually sing.

[ And you're not like auto-tuned to all hell. But yes, consider this a challenge or something Sayaka. ]

[destage]

[...oh.

Oh, he did not just--that's it. This means war.]

Bring it on, Terumi-san.

[She is gonna make him eat those words.]

[hentopan]

Get up here then. I'll even give you a count and everything, 'kay?

[ At this point he really is curious what she's capable of, so let's do this thing. ]

[destage]

Very well. Ready when you are, then.

[Boy, she is not super high school level for nothing. Let's fucking do this.]

[hentopan]

[ So I know nothing about music, but he will give her a count before he starts to play something similar to this. He's not even playing something too heavy, you're welcome Sayaka.

Don't disappoint him! ]

[destage]

[my friend, i totally understand you and...honestly, i'm not very good at music either, i was gonna try to do lyrics but couldn't make something i liked

Either way, Sayaka appreciates it, and she'll sing--her voice is definitely on the higher side, and even without any kind of autotuning that's very, very clear. And the song she goes for is...it seems to be something about taking one's life into their own hands?

...It's something, at least, and she'll rise to the challenge even if it's likely not. The best, lyrically. At least she puts her heart into it...?]

[hentopan]

Look at that, you can sing Miss Idol. Need to work on your lyrics, but it's not complete trash at least.

[ He can recognize raw talent and to be honest, the message she's trying to get across resonates with him, go figure. ]

[destage]

[That gets...well, the smallest of huffs before she goes back to a smile. It's something, at least? At least she's not complete garbage.]

After the years I've spent trying to make something of myself? I'd certainly hope I had some kind of talent under my belt.

[hentopan]

Some singers are just pretty faces in short skirts. [ He shrugs, that's as much of a compliment she's going to get out of him. ]

So that the kinda stuff you really want to sing about?

[destage]

[...you know, considering the business she's in, she. Really can't argue with that. She kind of hates it but she really can't.]

...Honestly? Yes. If I really had a choice at the end of the day, that's what I'd prefer to sing about--it resonates far more with me than anything else, and I'd probably have the ability to reach far more people than singing about school girl crushes, you know?

[hentopan]

That shit's boring and disgusting. Not to mention common as all hell.

[ What are feelings. ]

[destage]

Believe me, I know. It's amazing just how many variations on the same song they can expect us to push out, but they clearly don't believe in fixing what isn't broken.

[Look at all this salt, jesus christ.]

[hentopan]

Keheheheh, maybe you're not as boring as you looked Miss Idol. You might be able to make it solo, even.

[ Whether he's encouraging this because he genuinely thinks she's good, or because he wishes for less shitty pop music isn't clear. ]

[destage]

[...Honestly, if she's got the Yuuki Terumi Vote of Confidence, maybe she will actually make it in the world.

Or she should feel more ashamed than she is. Either works.]

I think that's the endgame I'll be working toward, once we get out of this place. With the fanbase I've built up at home, I think it'll just be a matter of embracing what I want, for once.

[hentopan]

You're certain, huh?

[destage]

One hundred percent certain, Terumi-san.

[hentopan]

Hope like that...

[ Brb, just descending into maniacal laughter. Their bonding moment was nice while it lasted. ]