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

[bloodbiter]

If you are certain.

[His last statement gives her pause, though.]

...Someone in your home did something to tamper with it as well?

[bloodisthicker]

Well, yes. This...

[fuck. uh. how does he even describe Amon right now.]

Well, it's an individual who's been causing problems for a while now. I'd hoped I'd be able to deal with him, but...

[bloodbiter]

[She falls silent; it seems to her like there's more to the story, so she'll wait for him to go on.]

[bloodisthicker]

[...god, there's so much more, but how much does he actually want to tell?]

...honestly, I was hoping to be the one to apprehend him, but I guess he was just too much for me.

[bloodbiter]

[She pauses, before she catches his meaning.]

Did he hurt you...?

[bloodisthicker]

...he tossed me in the back of a truck, I guess.

[bloodbiter]

[A pause.]

I'm sorry - what is a truck?

[bloodisthicker]

...oh, right.

[...]

It's sort of like a carriage that moves itself.

[bloodbiter]

I... see. Do you think he was taking you somewhere?

[bloodisthicker]

I do, but I couldn't tell you where he might be taking me.