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]

... I'm not sure how that's different from magic but hey, I'm not the one studying it.

[ I mean either way, here, have the notes back. But she looks thoughtful here, tapping her finger on Sayaka's work ]

Do you need to draw specific things in order to let it know what sort of seeds you're working on, I wonder? Like ... an acron grows very differently than a sunflower seed.

[destage]

[She'll take those back, then, reorganizing them with a smile. The question though, that...hrm.]

I...think it's more of a generalized reaction, rather than tailored specific to each kind of flower. As interesting as that would be, I think it's more a trigger, than anything else.

[...things she wishes she could ask, in hindsight.]

[matchbreaker]

Oh yeah? Well, that's sure convenient if you can get it to work.

[ Hmmm... ]

Guess you've got to be good at precise drawings, too.

[destage]

Yeah, that's why I'm trying to decide just how I want to do this...once I pick something out, I'm gonna want to memorize it very well. I wouldn't be able to do any kind of work if I couldn't even remember my own arrays!

[And she doubts she could stand getting them like, tattooed on her hands like Kimblee did his. Maybe she could get some kind of gauntlet, though, for easy keeping...]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . What a foolish sounding goal. "any sort of work?" This study is... it's ludicrous under the circumstances, perhaps even in general.

She loves it

She was going to ask about the memories Sayaka may or may not have gotten, but the thought dies quickly. She laughs a little, and leans back in her chair. She pulls her pencil out, and then will be getting up to get some paper. She'll be starting her own sketch. ]

True, true. You'll have to be working quite diligently. I'm glad you have such a goal.

[destage]

[...She meant it in a more literal fashion, at least, but Sayaka does seem to smile a bit when Elda grabs some of her own paper, at least. Sayaka's gonna go back to her notes, at least, looking them over.]

Thank you...I'm honestly glad to have this chance. It's something I would have never really given thought to back home, but...

[Sayaka just...kind of smiles, idly? It's nice. This is nice.]

...I promised that I'd make the world beautiful, and I'm gonna make good on it.

[matchbreaker]

Throw in some night bloomers for me. After all, once we're free of here, I won't be with you all the time.

[ She says this idly, sketching out the beginnings of a person - a woman, specifically - on her own paper. ]

[destage]

I plan to. I think I'll try to include as many flowers as I can for everyone...

[Just make little gardens for all of her precious people. She doesn't know shit about floriography, but maybe she can learn.

...She will take peaks at Elda's paper from time to time, though, while she works. Mostly to see who she's drawing? She's curious.]

[matchbreaker]

[ slowly, because these are much older memories, she is trying to make an image of this woman. she falls silent when Sayaka makes that comment about flowers, because she considers that to be that and she needs to concentrate. She can't get the face right, and it's bothering her - she erases it several times, it coming out too mean or too severe... she also edits the breasts a few times, usually making them bigger ]

[destage]

[...Oh, Sayaka tilts her head a bit when she catches it a few more times.]

Is this someone you know? She looks...very pretty.

[If a little cruel faced, from the few times she saw the face drawn. Why was Elda drawing her, if she's clearly so rude...?]

[matchbreaker]

[ You know, speaking of the face, she's erasing it again. That still looks off. She was... sweeter than that, right? a lot more than her daughter. ]

She's someone that I met years and years ago. She was infuriatingly gorgeous, actually.

[destage]

Was she a friend of yours, Elda? Or...?

[She looks the part, but...hmm. She's kind of curious.]

[matchbreaker]

Hell no!

[ . . . But that comes out too harsh, and her cheeks color as she tries to edit the face ]

... I only met her on the boat to Japan, all those years ago. Her name's Cecelia Armash... or was, she might well be dead by now, I suppose.

[destage]

[...when she left her family. That...that makes sense, at least, and Sayaka nods.]

Old age? ...I don't know if that's a concept that exists for all of you, but...

[That seems legit to her?]

[matchbreaker]

Mmm. As compared to humans, we might seem immortal, but it does exist. I've personally never met a vampire much more than a century older than me and anyone over five hundred would be extraordinary. The fact is that the older you get, the more your will to continue living plays a part in it.

[ She nods, that's the case, yes. ]

I'd only just realized in that dream I had last night that that wench Calera is her daughter.

[destage]

Ah, I see...so it's more of a matter of how much you'd like to live, then.

[That makes sense to her, at least, and she nods her head. That next bit, that's...]

Is Calera-san someone else you met, then? It...doesn't sound like you have a high opinion of her.

[matchbreaker]

Oh, I never gave her name, did I? She's my daughter in law.

[ With a dismissive handwave.

... How much you'd like to live. She frowns a bit at that, thinking of James. Is that...? ... He never drank enough blood. Ultimately, that probably is the case. ]

[destage]

Oh! She married into your family, then? Did...something happen between you two?

[...is there family drama beyond Karin, oh dear lord.]

[matchbreaker]

What needed to happen? She's the worst.

[ ... LOOK SAYAKA THIS IS A MOTHER VS DAUGHTER IN LAW THING... ]

[destage]

...Does she treat your son badly?

[Elda, she is prepared to be on your side and kick Calera's ass. She is ready.]

[matchbreaker]

Oh of course she does! I don't know what my Henry or James see in that girl, honestly. She's shrill, frigid, quick to criticize and with an even fiercer temper. She's so haughty and lords over everyone - she took ten years - ten years! To even give him a proper response about marriage!

[destage]

[Oh hell no.]

What a rotten sounding woman! Honestly, the nerve to treat Henry-san or anyone else that way--that's just plain cruel of her! I wouldn't want to deal with a rude woman like her at all...

[matchbreaker]

Precisely! I knew I could count on you for this! She's simply dreadful! I'm dead certain she's the one who put that boulder over my coffin last time to boot!