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

Chemistry lab

[matchbreaker]

Are you going to go mad scientist on us too?

[ ... How does she keep just appearing places? ... Okay no, Kirei lightly noticed her. She's in the door frame now, watching the man sort of walk his way through the room with some mild...

Interest?

Interest is the wrong word. ]

[blackmass]

I can assure you it's not something I planned on.

[but, you know. things happen.]

Did you want something?

[matchbreaker]

This room smells awful, it caught my attention first.

[ Shrug. ]

What about you?

[blackmass]

Simply looking for something to occupy myself, nothing more. Checking on what manner of chemicals were here seemed as good an idea as any.

[matchbreaker]

... Christ's bleeding hands, you're that bored?

[blackmass]

You don't think it'll be prudent to know what's here if someone turns up poisoned?

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Okay, point.

She'll step into the room proper and walk on over to look over what he's looking ]

Or what could be a bomb, I suppose.

[blackmass]

Precisely. I for one would appreciate some advance warning in the form of understanding what we may potentially end up dealing with, in case we have anyone skilled in chemistry or stupid enough to simply throw things together.

[matchbreaker]

Okay, but are you skilled enough to know what this all is?

[ Like, she's intently looking this all over - her eyes glazing a bit - and sort of... well, "trusting" in his hopeful expertise here. ]

[blackmass]

I've studied a wide range of things, including alchemy.

[because of course]

This seems no different than the average mage's collection of materials.

[matchbreaker]

... Read the room, Priest. That was your cue to pick up some vial and give a description.

[blackmass]

I'm not much of a chemistry professor.

[kirei..............]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . ]

I'll bite my finger if you do.

[ Give him some minor suffering. Like he's some sort of dog. ]

[blackmass]

...And why would I care if you did that?

[oh my god both of you.]

[matchbreaker]

Because I have fangs, you dunderhead! I'll at least cause a small cut!

[blackmass]

And...?

[he's not gonna dissolve into giggles over a papercut, elda]

[matchbreaker]

...Nevermind. I was a fool to try to reason anything out of you.

[ She's just going to pick up some random beaker with nothing in it, scoot it over to her and pour something else in there. ]

[blackmass]

I wouldn't advise doing that at random, Elda Marker. You're liable to cause a violent reaction.

[matchbreaker]

Well, then you better be giving me some lessons! I wouldn't want to accidentally throw the mixture on you!

[blackmass]

When last I looked, you were not my responsibility.

[matchbreaker]

But your face is.

[ she says, picking up something else at random... ]