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]

...It's alright. Thank you.

[She does honestly appreciate it, at least. The question gets...a very significant pause, and she's really not sure what to say. What she settles on is...]

...I could probably buy that, here, even if...everything looked so real, over there. It could be an act, just...a very, very good one. But...I...don't think I could buy that over there.

[...There's something she's really concerned about, and she looks at him with a bit of a concerned expression.]

...I think I'm about to do something really bad over there, Kimblee-san.

[explosivecombat]

[Oh.]

...I see.

[He...doesn't sound like he's judging her, just...]

I won't say that it isn't possible, or that everything is going to work out, because I don't know that for sure and I don't want to say it only to be proven wrong later.

So I suppose the relevant question is how you think you're going to be here, in the meantime. Until we know for sure.

[destage]

Over here? I'm not going to sink to that. I'm just not. I'll...I'll manage, once I can find a way to destroy this stupid thing. I actually know what'll happen, if I tried it, that everyone else will die. I don't know if it's the same there, but...

[Despite the almost frightened tone she had there, moments ago? Her tone's suddenly flared to life with...something, that for sure. She shakes her head rapidly at the idea.]

I...actually have people I trust over here. It hasn't even been a week in that school there, and even if I have a friend over there, it's...I don't think it's...

[...Sayaka isn't sure she wants to say this, but...eventually, she settles on a softer tone.]

Um...do you remember, back during the first meeting--I mentioned that I had a scar I couldn't explain, right?

[explosivecombat]

[He just. Pauses. For a moment.]

...I do, yes.

[destage]

[She mimes with her fingers, for a moment, about how big the scar is--it's...uh, about the size of a particularly large kitchen knife, so--]

...The way I see it, one of three things happened. I suffered a particularly nasty, but nonfatal wound...which I'm not sure is even possible, with something like that. And the fact that we don't have an infirmary, or even a Super High School Level Nurse.

The other two...I either got killed by my friend, or if it runs like this place? I got executed.

[explosivecombat]

...I think the likelihood of it would depend on location, as well as how quickly you received attention. I survived something...completely improbable myself, though I can't say I know how.

[...]

Don't let it distract you from your goal here - if you want to stop whatever is happening here, you're clearly alive to do it. You can still change the world as long as you're alive; remember that.

[destage]

...I don't plan to let it.

[She states that firmly.]

I still have a place in the world--it...it doesn't matter if it's not there, I can still do something. And I plan to. I mean...I have that little key, and it's gotta do something, too...

[She...breathes a bit, her hands idly just...kind of clasp themselves, right in front of her.]

...I apologize, Kimblee-san. That was very unbecoming.

[explosivecombat]

...You don't have to apologize to me, Miss Maizono.

[He seems to settle a little at that, at least.]

Moments of weakness like that are forgivable; what isn't is wallowing in them. In losing sight of your convictions. As long as you remain steadfast in the end, that's what matters.

[destage]

[She nods her head at that. It makes sense to her--she needs to keep pushing onward. That's the only way she's going to survive in the world, but this time it's on her own terms. She doesn't have to be that person, ever again.]

...I'm going to. They can't take that from me again. I won't let them.

[explosivecombat]

Good girl.

[He does seem pleased with that much, at least.]

That sort of conviction is something I've always found admirable in people.

[destage]

[...god, that almost makes her sound like a dog--]

...It's not a hard thing to stick to, especially when the other option is basically just putting one's head in a hole and refusing to come out. That's not really a good look on anyone, you know?