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

[ninehundredlives]

You can't. You'd better just abandon hope.

[hesperos]

But I've come so far. How could I do such a thing?

[ ... ]

I must press onward, for great justice. Or something like that.

[ninehundredlives]

I don't think we're ever going to get real justice in this place. But it's a nice thought.

[hesperos]

Heh, no. Not unless we're the ones deciding things on our own terms and without following the system Jericho's crafted here.

[ninehundredlives]

Do you think it's all just his brainchild?

[hesperos]

[ ... ]

Nah, but it looks like he's the one who makes the calls, if you know what I mean.

[ninehundredlives]

No, I do. Alena...I don't think he's really forcing her into it, you know? She's made her choice. But she doesn't seem as enthusiastic as he does, either.

Really, I just wonder if someone else did this before them. It sounds like they've run a few before, but it seems like it would take a long time to set each one up, and they're both pretty young. Maybe they learned it from somebody else first.

[hesperos]

[ He'll nod his head in agreement, since that's along the lines of what he was thinking. ]

Maybe they did learn from someone else first. [ Maybe he can try asking about that, hm. ] Whatever the case, I'm sure they didn't set up this crapfest just on a whim or anything like that. They're definitely looking to get something out of it, besides just entertainment.

Or at least that's what I think.

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah. I used to think that was it, but...I mean, they clearly do enjoy it, but there must be something else. There's easier ways to watch a bunch of people die.

[hesperos]

[ He did too, in the beginning. It seems nothing's ever really as black or white as it seems, though. ]

Yep, definitely. They could've just killed a bunch of us randomly and without restraint if they were in it for entertainment.

[ninehundredlives]

Or just locked us in here and had done with it. I'm sure just the thought of escape would have been enough, eventually.