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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[ninehundredlives]

No time like the present. We've got plenty of time on our hands.

[The painting set aside gets a curious glance, but she isn't one to pry unnecessarily.]

I painted some when I was younger. Haven't done it for years now.

[matchbreaker]

[ susan please don't look at the painting of you as a Susan-pire. Please don't. ]

Honestly, it has to have been around that long for me too. ... Not since childhood, but as long as you've been alive, I mean.

[ninehundredlives]

Ha. Yeah. I guess being trapped is making everyone more creative? Or just restless.

[matchbreaker]

Honestly. I've been trying to recall the piano, playing Rummy... sort of want to learn more of those games? It's been surprisingly dull when I can't hunt.

[ Errr... ]

... Though I guess this isn't that different than when you wake up after sleeping a decade or so.

[ninehundredlives]

I'd think there'd be a lot to see, then. Though...I guess in your place, I probably wouldn't be all that interested in whatever humans managed to invent in that time. I barely keep up with that myself.

[matchbreaker]

Some of it is quite strange - like that television thing where you put the little men inside! Karin had one of those last time I woke up.

[ Good, she's not questioned the Susan-pire. Or the more visible pires. Like... she'll just cross her legs on this stool. ]

[ninehundredlives]

[Well...we just don't question some things. It's not clear to her that it's Sayaka as a vampire, anyway? Not from here.]

Oh, yeah. I don't have one myself anymore, but they're really common. You can use them to watch the news or whatever.

[matchbreaker]

Oh, is that what they do? What, people don't read those papers anymore?

[ ... Look. ]

[ninehundredlives]

Some do. But I think people call it old-fashioned now. The new thing is the Internet. It's...I don't know. It's like television, but you can carry it around with you.

[matchbreaker]

So they're extra little men.

[ninehundredlives]

I guess you can use it to talk to people, too? Like a phone.

[matchbreaker]

Do you talk to the little men?

[ THIS IS SO WEIRD she's being distracted from her paintings. ]

[ninehundredlives]

I don't. My new lodger does - or, she did. She tried to show me how to meet people on it.

[Hmmmm...what should she paint, herself?]

...I made a picture of you for Sayaka. Though I guess you can make your own of her... [Even if it's, uh. Really pale?]

[matchbreaker]

... Wait, wait, that girl asked for one of me?!

[ Her cheeks shoot right up with color. The rest of that topic about the little men is now utterly lost, and she falters with her hands enough to have the brush slip some. ]

[ninehundredlives]

[Ha.]

You know, I didn't really wait for her to? I knew she'd want one - and I was right.

[matchbreaker]

You-- why would you assume such a thing?!

[ninehundredlives]

......I don't know, I've seen the both of you before? Everybody knows you're important to her.

[matchbreaker]

I'm not the girl's mother or anything!

[ :T :T :T :T :T

.... Goes to touch up Sayaka-pire painting. ]

[ninehundredlives]

...no, I guess not. But you don't really have to be.

[Watches that. Oh, is she meant to be that pale...wait, those aren't human ears.

Oh my god.]

I'm not sure how much I think of her parents anyway. I know she loves what she does, but it's a lot of pressure on a young girl. I never realized the music industry was as competitive as she says.

[matchbreaker]

Oh, she... she only has a father, and I've nothing pleasant to say about the man from what I know of the man. [ She continues to work. ] Hands off, and in the context of what she's gone through for the job, utterly irresponsible.

[ninehundredlives]

I can’t understand people who let their children go into show business young. They usually end up getting all the profits anyway...them and all the other horrible adults that leech on. Child stars end up really screwed up, most of the time.

And her...you can tell she hasn’t got enough support. It’s a testament to how strong she is that she’s not as messed up as she could be. [Not not messed up at all. Because, ha, that’s very much untrue.]

[matchbreaker]

If that is the case for her, I wouldn't peg that on the father. The father's a nothing entity as far as I can tell - the blame is more on her masters within the industry. It's they who have profited, controlled, consoled, and encouraged violence.

[ Paint... paint... she frowns at the shade of blueish in Sayaka's hair. ]

She's so repressed, that girl. She's afraid to let anyone catch some glance of who she really is.

[ninehundredlives]

Leeches. What kind of people can only profit off exploiting children?

[She leans over, watching.] Try mixing in a little more black?

[matchbreaker]

I don't know? Humanity's sins are hardly surprising to me these days.

[ . . .

She will mix in some more black, though, thank you. Just a smidge. ]