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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SUNDAY

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MONDAY

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TUESDAY

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WEDNESDAY

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THURSDAY

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INCENTIVE

[trustbound]

[Something happening once is an incident; if it happens twice, it's a coincident. If it happens three times, it's a pattern – and sure enough, for the third time in as many weeks, Jericho can be heard over the public-address system shortly after noon on Tuesday.]

You guys probably know the routine by now – meet in the foyer in ten, yeah? It shouldn't take too long this time.

[Whether you go or not seems to be pretty irrelevant, in the scheme of things; you can still hear him throughout the building, after all. He sounds better than he did over the weekend, though whether that's really welcome or not is difficult to say; on the one hand, jumpy masterminds probably aren't going to work out in anybody's favor.

On the other, Jericho is categorically really, really annoying.]

You've all been adjusting to those secrets being up there pretty well! Good for you, you guys are adaptable. That's a great trait to have – I mean, unless you're the guy who had that title, because Adaptable was kind of a mess? But you know what, I'm sure it'll work out better for you guys than it did for him.

Anyway, those secrets are a thing, aren't they? Some of you have some pretty bad ones. And you know what? For some of you, the one that's up there isn't even the worst one you've got. Some of you are still covering mistakes and problems from a good long time ago; of course, we've all got something going on in our past that we regret, some sort of fuckup that we'd love to get a mulligan on. Don't try to pretend you don't – hell, even I've got a few things I'd like to get to do over.

Once again, I'm pretty sure you've figured out what our power looks like. And not just the stuff that killed Nurturing and Meteoric – I'm talking displacing time, drawing from different timelines entirely, messing with dimensional crap that we probably shouldn't be messing with, the works.

How hard do you really think it would be to give you a chance to fix whatever your little black hearts desire?

We could change your life. Make it so that one...Incident of yours didn't happen. Ensure that that one person didn't die because of you. Ensure that all of those people didn't die because of you. Or maybe you just want a chance at a normal life – after all, if that one thing didn't happen to you, maybe you could actually have whatever it is would really make you happy. For some of you that's probably along the lines of riches and more coke than you can conceivably snort off a hooker's back, but for some of you?

For some of you, that's a place in the world. If only you had the chance to change something for yourself.

Go for Rule Seven, and I'll see about getting that for you, okay? Otherwise, you guys have a great week.

[chessturner]

[This is the best dream she could have ever asked for.

When you find Kyrie at the shooting range, she seems to be in excellent mood. The frustration about her secret being revealed is long gone, she is now very content with everything. There she is, fiddling with one of the crossbows]

Good morning. Do you know how these work? I had never seen a crossbow before.

[She is also examining the ammunition boxes, taking several and looking like she knows what she's doing]

If only there was a gun of some sort in this place...that vending machine gives a lot of weapons, I suppose there could be a gun in there.

[She also goes to the Library with a stack of papers. She takes a dictionary to translate from the Danish language and starts working. It seems to be...notes about some kind of vaccine that ended causing brain death. Well that sucks]

Do you think the vending machine would give clues about what's going on in this world? I found something but I'm not sure of its relevance. It's about a vaccine for some kind of disease, I think.

[firstaid]

[For all of Sunday and likely Monday as well Estelle will not be leaving room 6. This time the door remains closed.

Occasionally, she might be found in the kitchen, but she's making sure no one is in the hallways. Since she has a straight shot to the kitchen from her room, she can pretty much make sure the kitchen is empty, too.

Essentially, she is avoiding any and all contact.]

Investigation

[heritrix]

[“If you hate me, it’s misplaced, Rin. This woman is the superior Master, that’s all. I side with the most powerful."

Oh.

Rin's not sure how long she spends staring at the ceiling when she wakes, feeling like a blade was inserted between her third and fourth ribs. No matter how long she stubbornly stares, the view doesn't change; plaster instead of stars, and a mattress at her back instead of a certain boy's shoulder blades.

She stays in her room for a while like that, just thinking.

After a very late lunch consisting of leftovers, it's to the sewing room, digging through fabrics until she finds something suitable. Once she gets everything set up, it looks like she's trying to make a simple scarf.

Once that's done, it's up to the fourth floor to see what's new, and you can bet your ass she's delighted to see the gym. When she thinks no ones around, Rin can't resist the urge to shimmy over to one of the taller mounted bars and hoist herself up, doing a set of pull-ups like a seasoned athlete.

Maybe because of the dream she woke up from today, in the end it's the shooting range she spends most of her time in today, however, looking like she has no idea what she's doing as she handles the traditional bows. Her practice shots are more likely to go in someone's foot than the target, or take off their hat if they're not careful. Maaaaybe she should put them away and switch to investigating...]

[destage]

["Sayaka Maizono, the Ultimate Pop Sensation--lead singer for a world-famous all-girl pop band.
For these girls, the glowing spotlight only made them that much more beautiful. But then..."

Those girls--her sisters, collapsed on the stage--

"This ultra successful team suddenly fell apart!
None of them will ever perform onstage again. None of them will ever feel the warmth of the spotlight...
For Sayaka, there's simply nowhere for her to return to.
So here's the billion-dollar question--what oh what could have caused the group to go to pieces?!"

Look for the answer after graduation...

It's probably a thankful thing that Sayaka wakes up with the effects of her first, and hopefully only bout of drinking making her head ache like hell. Sayaka wakes up screaming for a few seconds before the pain of her head takes over, and she just...kind of lets it. She's gonna be spending most of the day in Room 2, just kind of trying to deal with the pain in her head from both the aftereffects of last night, and her dream. Everything hurts, all she wants to do is cry, and she's so frustrated that everything's coming back, and now she's kind of feeling that weight coming down and she hates it. She...won't be opposed to company, but she might not be the best, as a warning.

Later on in the evening, she's gonna make a pit stop to the Infirmary to grab something for her aching head. She's still kind of shaky and looking like an anxiety riddled animal, but at least when she takes that stuff, she'll feel a little better. She kind of needs it, at this point. She seems to have something in her hand, too, like a disk...

Of course, she's gonna be going up to examine the new floor a bit--before settling on the Shooting Range, jabbing the DVD into a target by way of shoving an arrow through the middle, and just...taking as many shots as she can with the bow as she can. They're all missing, obviously, and it's just kind of starting to make things boil over, and she's getting madder and madder. It's...not a good look, really. She'd probably appreciate some pointers, but...hoo boy. Today is a hell day.]

[flagitate]

[ ... well, that clears up a couple of things. She'd volunteered for Prim, then flaunted the fact that she didn't want to play by the rules.

Katniss wakes up in a cold sweat, and before she leaves, she takes a long, hot shower, then dresses and ties her hair back in its usual braid. First, she hits up the kitchen and places some food in her makeshift game bag; there's stuff like bread, cheese, fruit, and water in there. Then, she gets to exploring.

Feel free to catch her wandering around; she hasn't really poked around much. Eventually, though, she'll make her way to the newest floor.

And finds the shooting range. For the rest of the day until night, Katniss spends her time here. She's got enough food and water for the day, and she takes breaks every so often. But she strings a bow and spends most of her time shooting arrow after arrow, collecting them when she's emptied a quiver, and shooting them all over again. She's really good--she doesn't get a bullseye only when she doesn't intend to.

It's the most relaxed she's felt in weeks, and that much is obvious. Maybe she can even forget those stupid secrets. ]

shooting range

[flagitate]

[ For a little while, Katniss watches her, and she's... honestly pretty concerned. Well. She's been worried about Sayaka for a while, but this is different.

So. Katniss stands up and walks over with her own bow and arrows. ]

If you want, I can give you a couple pointers.

[destage]

[It takes a couple seconds for Katniss's words to reach Sayaka, sadly; she's so lost in her own head, lost in wanting to destroy every single bit of this stupid disk, lost in seeing her friends possibly dead--

When it finally registers, Sayaka's face goes to a somewhat forced smile and she...nods, idly.]

...I'd appreciate that. I'm doing a pretty horrible job here, huh?

[flagitate]

It's just because you've never done it before.

[ Katniss gives her a light, encouraging smile. ]

Just watch me. I'll go slow for you, okay?

[brandnewday]

♪ Tonight, the stars are shining
And that won't stop...my honey heartbeat! ♫

[Once Hibiki has made sure no one else is in the Conference Room, she slips into her outfit from home and shuts the door behind her (mostly--whoops, guess other people can hear?) and starts to sing. No, even more than that, she starts to rap. Unsurprisingly, the lyrics are poppy, silly, upbeat, fitting Hibiki's image...or at least, the image she had before bodies started to hit the floor.]

♫ The beach, the sea, and the moon beams
My glass slippers, nothing's what it seems.
What time is it? Ah! Midnight?
Cinderella's bedtime, ain't that right? ♪

[That memory, too. She answers her cellphone while on a job in the mountains. "It's our Producer...something terrible has happened, Ganaha-san." The voice of her friend, Takane. Smaller memories follow. Her Producer, in the hospital. Her Producer, in a wheelchair. All because he fell off the stage while it was still being prepared.

So today she'll sing. For Fern and for Producer, she'll sing and dance and force a smile until she feels like she could collapse! With the table and the chairs moved out of her way the best she can, she can at least perform some of the steps in-place. Jog there. Clap there. Face right! Face left! Hand on her chin, wave, point! Nail the climax!

For some, Hibiki will successfully finish her routine. For others, her body is dripping with sweat by the time they arrive. One turn ends with her faltering, falling into (not onto) a chair she had moved aside. The movement is sudden and even catches her by surprise—just how long has she been forcing herself to dance?]

Gym

[ninehundredlives]

Oh...

[Susan had poked her head in mostly to...be disappointed that it's a gym, apparently, but her demeanor softens a little to see Rin using the equipment.]

At least someone can enjoy all this.

[brandnewday]

That's...that's amazing, Everdeen-san!

[Hibiki doesn't come up to the third floor until later in the evening given that she's busy being dramatic somewhere else, but when she does she sure isn't disappointed. She can use a gym! And this scene she's seeing the shooting range is incredible!]

Where did ya learn to shoot like that? I've never seen so many bullseyes before, not even on TV!

Infirmary

[ninehundredlives]

Are you doing alright, Sayaka?

[Susan's in here replenishing her glove stock. Honestly, this is just sort of the way it seems appropriate to greet people now, especially on Sunday mornings.]

[blackmass]

['Broken things do not repair themselves, and lost things never return. If you wanted to save her, you should have done so eleven years ago. Do you still intend to save her, Emiya Shirou? She will die in the next few days no matter what we do. Is there a meaning in saving such a person?']

[When Kirei awoke on Sunday, all he found he could really do was laugh. The memory certainly put him in a far less unpleasant mood than the day before, though apart from a trip or two to the kitchen he relegated himself to a quiet corner of the library for most of the day.]

[Things certainly were beginning to get interesting now.]

[flagitate]

Thanks.

[ It's one of the things she takes pride in, and she knows she's good. ]

My dad taught me. I've been hunting for years.

[brandnewday]

[Some might expect Hibiki to be appalled by the idea of hunting. She loves animals more than anything, after all. But you know what? Meat is delicious, and having a healthy understanding of you, your role in the ecosystem, and where your food comes from is just as good as being a vegetarian.]

That's so cool! I've been fishin' a few times, but I've never been hunting or anything like that. I lived on an island, so I could just walk onto the beach whenever I wanted...so fishin' was the best! But it's not as fun to watch as this is, hehe.

[destage]

...Alright.

[Sayaka heaves a breath out that she didn't know she was holding in, just...kind of shakily bringing her bow down and watching Katniss, for the time being.]

[destage]

[Sayaka raises her hand a bit in greeting, just kind of...forcing up a bit of a smile.]

Well...enough, I'd say. I got any sort of bad decision out of my system last night, and my head's making sure I pay for it. It aches.

Monday

[ninehundredlives]

[It's early afternoon on Monday before Susan stops by to knock on the door.]

Estelle? Are you in there?

[firstaid]

[It's a while before Estelle answers, but she eventually does? By answering, she's just opening the door a crack.]

Yes.

[That's all she says. Her voice is soft, but not because it's gentle. It almost sounds despaired. Something unusual from the girl that's so... optimistic.]