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!]

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THURSDAY

[trustfellows]

Retaliation.

[trustbound]

[Sometime late in the night, far closer to morning, it quickly becomes evident that something is seriously wrong; it happens at a time when almost everyone is asleep, or at the very least they should be, though it won't be long before whatever is happening is brought to everyone's attention by the sound of Jericho over the intercom.]

Alena. Why aren't you answering me? You know I don't like using this thing to get in contact with you, you're going to wake everyone up.

[He sounds...strange, in comparison to how he usually does; usually when things happen involving the other Coordinator his tone is somewhere between disinterested and detached, but this is different. Not quite concerned, but getting there.]

What's going on down there? Your readings are high, are you okay?

[If there's any response, it isn't audible over the intercom; there's another pause, before - ]

Come on, you're going to wake everyone up, they're going to be mad -

[That actually does sound mildly alarmed, in an odd sort of way that's clearly not intended to be; he cuts off then, however, and it's hard to say why until he speaks again.]

It's because of the one that's out there, yeah? Do you think it's Rule Five?

[Silence.]

Alena, I need you to confirm it's Rule Five for me.

[After a brief moment, she can be heard over the public-address system as well; it's faint and clearly, intensely distressed, but it's very much Alena's voice.

"Yes. Yes, I...I think so."

And when he speaks next, Jericho sounds almost relieved at that.]

All right. I've got it, don't worry about it - Rule Five's been broken.

[Anyone who's been making their way to the foyer by now to see what the hell is going on will realize that something is likely heavily amiss – Weiss is the only one there, and while she very much does seem to have been trying to break into Alena's office, given the tools on the floor, the fact remains that the damn tools are on the floor, and at the sound of the confirmation her hand comes up to strike the door, flat-palmed but clearly ineffectual, and she sounds alarmed when she speaks.

"No! No, I promise I'm not trying to – "

She doesn't get any further than that, however, before her body seems to buckle somehow; her back immediately arches forward as though she's in pain, her hands immediately finding her midsection as she staggers a bit. It's difficult to say what caused it at first, but when she tries to straighten up it becomes immediately obvious that something has happened – namely, her body wasn't full of knives, but quite suddenly it is, at least six of them piercing her abdomen just below her ribs, sending blood blossoming across the white of her dress and spilling out against her fingers.

The breath she draws is jagged, labored, and the exhale dissolves into a cough that's thick with blood, a trail of crimson trickling down from her mouth before she drops to the floor, curling tightly in on herself before she passes out hard.

It doesn't take long; she's gone quickly. A small mercy, probably.

Weiss Schnee is dead.

The door to Alena's office remains closed and locked; normally she's present for the deaths, but not tonight, for whatever reason – however, it's obvious that something has gone wrong, whether she's present ot not, just from the situation.

Jericho speaks again eventually; he sounds odd again, but it's in a vague, lost sort of way, like he's trying to work out exactly what should be said here.]

...Fuck. All right, this is a shitshow - we'll deal with the body like we always do, obviously you're not going to have a trial for this. Just...get back to sleep if you're able.

[matchbreaker]

[ On the one hand, maybe it was expected that sort of impassive girl would do something crazy. On the other, it's... huh. It's strange, this one. Elda watches the girl die, her eyes hard as she stepped into the Foyer. But then - well, she'll leave. No need to get swept up in it.

Distressed Alena and Jericho, huh. ]

[heritrix]

[Rin is not a morning person at the best of times, but she is a light sleeper. Still in her pajamas, she was out the door as soon as she realized something strange was going on, and hurried faster to the foyer still when the reason for the disturbance became apparent, as awake as if ice cubes had been dumped down her shirt. Someone's out here? Who? What are they doing?

She arrives in the foyer just in time to hear Weiss slapping her palm to the door, her cries devolving into a labored cough. Rin knows she's dead shortly after she hits the ground, but maybe in shock she checks. She checks anyways. Stays there for a moment or two longer, until she's calm enough to back out.

...Alena never came out of the door. There's more than a few things bothering her about that Rin thinks, as she gets back to her feet, toes smearing wet blood as she staggers backwards. Alena didn't come out, and the tools are on the floor... Just what happened here?

Wrapping her arms around herself, Rin heads back for the dorms.]

[sleepytimegal]

[ How do you not get up to something like that? Jericho's obnoxious voice...but also the change to it. Alex finds herself almost blindly wandering, trying to get to Alena's office in time (in time, in time for what?) out of her sleepy haze--

She's awake enough when she sees and hears. Weiss. God, that poor girl, she-

Two days in a row, they've lost someone. And tomorrow, if they don't lose someone else, then...

It's all leaving such a bad taste. Alex hurries off. ]

[heritrix]

[Well, that sure was something this morning.

Unable to get to sleep afterwards, Rin is up and around earlier than she normally would be this Thursday, though for the most part in the same room. Throughout the day, you can find her in the art room. There are two notebooks with her, the pages bent and bookmarked but closed shut.

At some point Rin goes out to get lunch, and for a little while as she returns you might see her with the notebook in her lap, jotting down notes. A lot of them look like gibberish, copied down in what appears to be code, but others are easily legible. The one she's working on is labelled FIFTH HOLY GRAIL WAR - TIMELINE. It has entires in it dated from January 31, 2005 to February 12, 2005; there's space to continue, but the only thing marking them are multiple question marks.

For most of the day, however, those notes are put away and the focus of Rin's attention is a canvas. Looks like she's doing a little painting. She's not a skilled artist like Adelina, so she's not drawing people, but something that might come off abstract: an angry red and orange sky, choked by gears. If you approach her, she might glance away from her work for a moment, long enough to ask a question.]

Is there anyone in your life you'd want to forget?

[spiritform]

[Someone you'd want to forget... Well, she wouldn't fault anyone if they did have someone like that. And truthfully, even she seems to have to think about it more than she thought she would.]

No. Although there are individuals whom I believe not knowing would have made my life simpler, I would not want to forget the impact knowing them had on me.

[She could have just... not been the Lord of Spirits. Probably.]

...just as much the ones who have made my life difficult as the ones who have made it enjoyable.

[heritrix]

That's the way I see it, too, though it's been hard capturing everything down. I'm sure I've left some things out by accident.

[hentopan]

Keh, it doesn't work like that.

[ That makes little sense and isn't an answer to the question, Terumi. ]

[heritrix]

Without altering memories? Probably not. If you want to forget something, it's a given that's because it left a deep mark.

[She could be completely off base since his response was so unhelpful, but that's her guess at what he means.]

art room

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Well that's an interesting paint- huh? ]

... You know what, I don't think so.

[heritrix]

[Heh. Rin smiles a little.]

So far, I've gotten that answer exclusively.

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda didn't show at the Christmas shindig last night largely because... well, because it was a Christmas shindig. She didn't want to deal with any association with that hateful God, her mood the way it is. She's had a lot to think about, and while she did actually leave the room on Wednesday (unlike Thursday), this is probably most's first chance to see the woman since Tuesday.

She's sitting in the Foyer, her eyes drifting between Alena's door (where that ruckus was so late last night) and the Profiles. She... mmm. Well, anyone who walks in will he urged to sit with her and: ]

So, do you have any hidden stories you know? Might be forgetting them tomorrow, might as well spread it out.

[hentopan]

Stories, huh? Might want to be a bit more specific.

[ Not sitting, but that did get him to stop. ]

[ninehundredlives]

You know them already.

[But she'll sit anyway, also looking at Alena's door. There's a few things to discuss about that, to be sure.

Maybe in a bit.]

I've got a lodger, now. She's the only person I think he might take who isn't either here or dead. He'll probably start with the dead ones, of course.

foyer

[bloodbiter]

...You will have to be a bit more specific.

[Not that she seems to mind discussing them. She sits without complaint.]

[destage]

...Hidden stories, huh? That's a bit of a tall order, but...mmm. The only story I can really think of is one that I'd rather forget, honestly. Though, there is another one...

[Still, she'll take a seat near Elda and smile, almost sheepishly?]

I don't suppose you're asking because you have one?

[paralogical]

[ As always, he's wandering around without any real direction. He sticks to the ballroom for a while, sitting in there and making a really half-assed attempt at poking at the piano keys. No, he can't play. No, it doesn't sound grating. He's just hitting notes in succession and listening to the sounds they make.

At some point after that, he tosses a few more coins into the vending machine and... huh. Okay, that's an eyeball. He nudges it around with his foot for a while looking distinctly confused by its existence. The milk and photos baffle him too, but he'll at least head to the kitchen later to put the former up. ]

ballroom;

[hesperos]

[ Wandering around is a thing he does too, and this is why he makes his way into the ballroom. Or maybe it was the sound of someone playing that drew him in. ]

Yo, felt in the mood for playing a tune?

vending machine

[introspects]

[ what the fuck is that eyeball ]

W-What is that? A prop?

ballroom

[firstaid]

That's usually all I can do on the piano as well.

[Hello, Mikoto, it's the pink haired menace again. She's just out and about for a bit before she heads back to her room with a book and calls it a day. It's unsafe to go out at night, after all. A sad reality, but oh well.]

[notaccurate]

[That sure was an interesting night that will warrant some investigation later. Luca didn't catch all of it, because sleeping, but he did get at least the last half of it. And that distress in Jericho's voice had been particularly interesting.

But until he can do his stuff later, Luca goes about his day doing other things. After a breakfast in the kitchen, where he is willing to share eggs, sausage, and toast with anyone who stops by, he ends up at the chemistry lab for a while. While chemistry isn't his strong suit, it is still a science, and it is one of the few he can actually do anything with right now. Anyone who comes across him there will find him in the process of trying to set up a burner of sorts using spare parts and a bit of wood to make fire.

Later he can be found at the vending machine, where he gets... Well. It certainly is a thing at least.]

Why is something like this in there?

vending machine

[hesperos]

Why is something like what in there?

[ From what Yuri can tell, Luca's looking at a pile of stuff from the vending machine and there are an assortment of questionable items out for view. ]

Chemistry lab

[matchbreaker]

... Is your magic science-y too?

[ she asks as she... wanders in...

Hi Luca... ]

vending machine

[didntgetdadslooks]

It's not the weirdest outfit I've ever seen!

[ You know, assuming this is just another case of "ew vending machine junk" ]