WEEK 5.

[trustfellows]

WEEK 5 Tabitha Smith, Sigrun Eide, and Solf J Kimblee are all dead. Regardless of what you think of the trial or the events leading up to it, there's no denying that you can feel the dent in your numbers now. After all, ten people are gone now. It may be hard, but all you can do is keep going. 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... What with Jericho's excitement at the last trial, it's evident now more than ever that the new floor that's opened up to you is a gift, a reward for a job well-done. Because while surviving is something that you'll continue to try to do of your own merit...well. Let's say that he's so, so very proud of you. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 25 PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 24 PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 23

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[OOC: Welcome to week five 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

[matchbreaker]

Good for them. It's not like anyone wants to die.

[ and ghosts are dead, so they should learn their place :T ]

[sleepytimegal]

...I'm kind of afraid to get into the small details, like...what if I mess it up? I'll have to start all over again, won't I?

[bloodbiter]

Oh... I imagine they must be very harmful, even if they aren't deadly. Otherwise, I don't see why anyone would fear them.

[bloodbiter]

[She notices the evasion, but for now, she simply nods.]

Certainly. Who would you like me to draw next?

[sleepytimegal]

[ don't say that they'll yell ]

Yeah... Ugh. It's just a mess. ...Thanks for listening about it though.

[heritrix]

[Nah man, Jesus probably has the same Mystic Eyes that lets you kill a chair.]

I don't know about that, but it was the case for a demigod or two I've met.

[If she's right about their identities. But moving on:]

...And see, those are another two sentences that completely contradict one another. You have a knack for these.

[heritrix]

...Geez, I'm starting to see why they're stuck with you. [It's a vibe she's getting. They've been with her for too long.] Your relationship is so weird, a term doesn't exist for it yet. It's like Stockholm Syndrome, but with more possession.

[heritrix]

[Rin starts sorting through the trees now, looking for one that's as pretty as the sakura, or close to it.]

If you feel comfortable with it some day, maybe you can tell me more about it. [This gold one, maybe?] If it's enough to get you moving again, I'd be interested in the story.

[heritrix]

I agree. It's something I'm capable of myself, so it should be no trouble for them.

[heritrix]

A girl. A girl with a pink ribbon in her hair.

[And Rin will proceed to describe the appearance of a girl a little younger than her; hair a little straighter, and face a little rounder. But the shape of the eyes, nose, and mouth? They're somewhat familiar.

She doesn't know what expression the girl should have, so Rin requests the girl to look like she's waiting for something, and hopeful.]

[sleepytimegal]

[ She snorts. ]

Look, you spend a lot of time with the ghost-things trapped in the same dimension as you, you start to get to know what's left of them. ...Wouldn't it freak you out, just...losing things, memories and stuff?

[ ...This is gonna be funny, come tomorrow. ]

[brandnewday]

Um...are you sayin' you don't want to tell me, or that you think I can't handle it? Because if it's coming from you, I don't mind hearing it.

[brandnewday]

Inumi doesn't drink out of the toilet, though. Nekokichi does because she likes the way the water swirls.

[brandnewday]

That's...um...it's like a window, but it's all black until you turn it on! And then there are tiny lights on it that show you things.

[brandnewday]

A-alright.

[Hibiki would make the easiest victim, too?? She could've totally just let Hibiki rot in her bathroom for a few days before tossing her out on Friday to the vultures.

But thankfully.]

Back home, I lived with my mom, my grandma, and my brother. We were never really rich or anythin', but we had a house where you could walk right onto the beach and feel the warm sand beneath your toes. Even at night, the ocean is beautiful, Elda, with all the stars and the moon. You'd look gorgeous in a scene like that.

[matchbreaker]

[ Look you clearly like Sayaka so she needs to get to know you more that's all!! ]

... What, I just was nosy.

[matchbreaker]

... Okay you just threw out an impossible thing moving on to a regular thing, so I'm not sure how to respond. Let's focus on what is so contradictory for now.

[matchbreaker]

Eesh, what can mag--magecraft not do?

[ :T ]

I could too, though it would take some effort to be so specific.

[matchbreaker]

[ Wow, are you coming on to her? But she laughs all the same at that, softly. A beach at night, huh? Yeah, that's been something like a decade or two since she did that, but that was fun. ]

I'm sure I would.

[sleepytimegal]

...Yeah, alright. Either way, I appreciated it.

[ninehundredlives]

...you know, it's funny. It's the sort of thing I'd never even think of telling people back home. Lots of murder, mostly...

But here, everything is so strange and horrible anyway. It feels fine to talk about.

[ninehundredlives]

People are scared of lots of things that aren't dangerous, though. Like most spiders.

[ninehundredlives]

[Ha.]

You know, I didn't really wait for her to? I knew she'd want one - and I was right.

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan mirrors her movement without much thought, leaning forward as well. It feels like something Elda wouldn't want overheard. There's a lot of questions she could ask (transitioned?), but that's clearly not the point.]

No?

[hentopan]

Practice makes perfect, huh? But then again we both hate repetition.

[ He smiles, but it's more subtle than his usual one. ]

Depends how bad you screw up, you might not have to.