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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[explosivecombat]

[...Oh, that's...hm.]

It's due to that woman last weekend, isn't it. Miss Fern.

[sadisticwarfare]

...Yes. Everything that happened there was troubling, to put it lightly.

[IT WAS SO DISGUSTING, KIMBLEE]

[explosivecombat]

If it's enough to disturb your sleep, then I'd say so, yes.

[He's quiet for a moment, before just...]

It's...been troubling me as well, if we're going to be honest about it.

[sadisticwarfare]

[That's a bit surprising to hear, actually.]

Really? What part of it has been troubling you?

[explosivecombat]

It was a bit unexpected, wouldn't you agree? Miss Fern seemed like one of the most generally harmless ones here, if a bit odd.

I made a point of seeing what she did to Mr. White; it wasn't the worst thing I've seen, but it was still unsettling in its own right.

[sadisticwarfare]

I'm glad I missed out on that, honestly. I'm not sure how well I would have done with seeing something like that.

[it's not like he helped bisect an alien in another murdergame or anything!!!]

I never would have suspected Fern of something like that though. Everything that happened in that trial was a bit disturbing.

[explosivecombat]

...Again, what she did to Mr. White wasn't the worst I've seen. But even if it had been, I make a point of staying with the bodies for a while, as I said during the trial. Even if the others seemed to find that a bit odd.

[...He is actually not sure if Archer finds that weird or not.]

[sadisticwarfare]

Why do you stay with them?

[You don't seem like the sort to do it for sentimental reasons, but you've never given a body report either...]

[explosivecombat]

[Oh, good. You think he's a weirdo too, awesome.]

Because I want to remember everything I can about what happened to them. After all, every time someone dies, it's sparing us from that timer.

If they're going to die for me, regardless of the actual intent behind their deaths, then the least I can do is remember them.

[sadisticwarfare]

...I see.

[NO HE REALLY DOESN'T.]

That's certainly enough of a reason to go see them, at least. Perhaps I'll check in on the next one.

[explosivecombat]

How surprisingly sentimental of you.

[kimblee you don't get to pull that now]

[sadisticwarfare]

[It takes all of his willpower not to roll his eyes, oh my god.]

Anyway, did you need me for something?

[Or were you just in here for fun.]

[explosivecombat]

I come in here from time to time, that's all. I like knowing what we have and what we don't.

[sadisticwarfare]

Fair enough. It would be unfortunate if someone were to run off with all the supplies.

[LIKE WALTER...]

[explosivecombat]

There is that.

I'm also mildly concerned that I may find them necessary one day, given that I still don't know what was done to me, exactly.

[sadisticwarfare]

Ah, I see. I sincerely hope it doesn't come to that.

[But given the situation, it's understandable to be concerned about it.]

[explosivecombat]

[He pauses for a moment before he continues; it's...likely nothing.]

It shouldn't. It was just something of an unpleasant surprise to wake up to, and I suppose I still haven't forgiven Mr. Jericho for the lack of explanation.

[sadisticwarfare]

Understandably so. I can't imagine what that must have been like to wake up to, especially with how irritatingly vague the Coordinators can be.

[explosivecombat]

More or less.

[...]

If you're having difficulties settling before you sleep, I suppose I could always attempt making tea again. Assuming you're willing to deal with my terrible attempts at practicing.

[sadisticwarfare]

I suppose I wouldn't mind that. Someday you'll get better at it.

[He's sort of smirking as he says it though; he really does appreciate the attempt.]

[explosivecombat]

Someday, perhaps...

[sadisticwarfare]

You know what they say about practice. You'll get better at it if you keep practicing. It may take awhile though.

[explosivecombat]

I'll just have to keep subjecting you to my horrendously oversteeped tea until then.

[sadisticwarfare]

[siiiigh...]

I suppose I'll put up with it for the time being.