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]

She doesn't take blood, she creates it. She needs to inject it into someone at least once a month or it erupts from her by other means, rising with the ebbs of time and emotion.

[ninehundredlives]

Inject it...? With her fangs, like venom? That seems like it would need entirely different inner workings.

[Not that she's either a vampire or snake expert.]

[matchbreaker]

I've never seen it. But yes, that's apparently the case. And if it overflows, it usually shoots out of her nose.

[ Tch. ]

[ninehundredlives]

[............what]

Does that hurt her?

[matchbreaker]

Yes. She's passed out dozens of times now, it seems. She's lost far too much blood.

[ninehundredlives]

It sounds unhealthy. Does she have to put it into a person, or could she just sort of...I don’t know, pump it out every few weeks without waiting for it to explode?

[matchbreaker]

I... [ "don't know" but she brings her hand up, to bite her nail. ]

I imagine if- you've been bitten by me, you'd know. The process of moving fangs in is important. I don't know how you'd milk a tooth.

[ninehundredlives]

They can milk venom from snakes. Something like having them bite through the top of a beaker? But of course I don’t know how similar your fangs are - not at all for most vampires, I should think.

[matchbreaker]

For most... for most, they are teeth - they become more pronounced when we need to strike, and can respond to similarly stimulated emotions.

[ But at the same time, her teeth are still grinding on the nail. That's a very... it's a rational suggestion on Susan's part, and she nods for it. ]

[ninehundredlives]

The differences are probably all on the inside.

[This is all pretty interesting, but it's also a little academic, here away from the girl.]

What's her name? I should have asked...

[matchbreaker]

Karin. ... Karin is her name.

[ Elda says it... somewhat hesitantly. ]

[ninehundredlives]

Karin. I'll make sure to remember.

[It's not even close to the same. If Elda forgot the girl and Susan gave her the name...it wouldn't mean anything. But she can't offer anything that would really help.]

[matchbreaker]

[ It's nowhere near the same. She... ]

Thank you.

[ That's... mm. ]

I do appreciate it, Susan.

[ninehundredlives]

Of course. We can still look out for each other, for as long as we can.

[Until they die or Jericho makes them forget each other as well. And then, presumably, they die.

All roads lead to death. May as well be good to one another.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Her cheeks burn a little at that. Some weight in her stomach, some guilt...

... Well, now isn't the time for such things. She nods. ]

Yes, ... yes, I suppose so.