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

[bloodisthicker]

[oh shit oh fuck oh...

...]

Oh, Susan. I... sorry, I'd meant to track you down, actually.

[ninehundredlives]

Did you?

[Congratulations, you have very briefly distracted her from finding out what the hell is wrong with you. Well, it's obvious on a Sunday, but you know. Specifically.]

[bloodisthicker]

Yes, I meant to apologize for... well, the trial. I keep making the mistake of presuming that the motivations involved are going to be vaguely comprehensible by the average human instead of complete and utter nonsense.

[ninehundredlives]

You mean you thought Sigrun died for something other than some nutjob’s shits and giggles? For shame.

[bloodisthicker]

Silly me, thinking there might be any rhyme or reason to the deaths in this place. But... anyway, I'll try to be harder on the lunatics than the perfectly reasonable people next time.

[ninehundredlives]

No, no, it’s all right. You can’t always tell the two apart.

[And she doesn’t want to be asked any more about what she DID mean...so what was it she was after?]

How are you?

[bloodisthicker]

...well, you've got me there.

Anyway, I'm...

...

Well, you'd be able to tell I was lying if I said I was totally fine, so I won't tell you that.

[ninehundredlives]

It's a little obvious, yeah. Do you need anything?

[bloodisthicker]

...if stiff drinks hadn't resulted in multiple fatalities at this point, I'd say that. I think I've been put off drinking for the rest of my life, though.