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

[flagitate]

They were used to spy on rebels. Cute, though... I don't know about that.

[ She pauses, thumbs at the strong of her bow. ]

Yeah. Really weird. Mine haven't really been all that good.

[brandnewday]

No, I think you answered my question. Birds that spy aren't cute birds at all.

[It's not a cute behavior at all.]

S-same. Two of mine were pretty bad. One was alright.

[flagitate]

[ ... ]

What was the alright one about?

[brandnewday]

One of the girls I work with came over for a sleepover! Well, um. It was kind of a big deal for no reason at all!

[Her secret? About having trouble making friends? That has something to do with it.]

It was really nice, but it was really strange. I think my animals mistook her for a goddess, 'cause they kept doing everything she asked.