WEEK 6.

[trustfellows]

WEEK 6 You've lost a lot of people this week, haven't you? Katniss Everdeen and Weiss Schnee were killed for rule violations, while Chie Hori and Frank Archer were murdered by Mikoto Suoh and Yuuki Terumi. It doesn't really matter how they died, though, does it? After all, they're dead now and the only thing you can do is keep moving forward. It seems like there's no end in sight. 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... Changes were promised to you this week; while Sunday dawns seeming no different from the previous weeks, it seems one change is going to remain a constant - namely, a new floor has been opened up to you. Whether this is a promising sign or not is something that you're going to need to decide for yourself. The important thing, for now, is that you continue to do well. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 19

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[OOC: Welcome to week six 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 Hilda!]

Comments

[bloodisthicker]

That just might be. It can be hard to predict what sorts of offerings spirits will enjoy, so this just might serve their purposes.

[destage]

Yeah, you.

[Sayaka says this like it's a known fact.]

As if I could be saying this to anyone else.

[destage]

Oh...that makes sense, yes. But if everyone mixes their own drinks, then it shouldn't be too much of a problem...they'll just need to keep their eye on it.

[SUSAN, PLEASE LOVE YOURSELF.]

...Worse?

[destage]

...Think food might help, too? I know there are some traditions involved with getting rid of spirits, like...I think I've heard burning sage helps, in some parts of the world...

[...she looks like she's taking this very seriously.]

If we do that, surely nothing bad will happen, right? If we properly satisfy the spirits.

[sleepytimegal]

...It sounds like you guys were separated.

[bloodisthicker]

Hey, now, I'm perfectly photogenic.

...

And well, I thought about glue, but there are some splinters missing...

[sleepytimegal]

[ A much lighter hit. ]

Better?

[sleepytimegal]

About tomorrow. ...About the day after.

[sleepytimegal]

Why'd you try to fight her?

[sleepytimegal]

[ Ohh, she... ]

...I don't really feel like the best right now.

[destage]

[...Sayaka bumps her shoulder against Alex's, supportively.]

Do you wanna talk about it...? Nothing's gonna make me change my mind about you, you know that.

[sleepytimegal]

[ ... ]

I just... It's Mike.

[bloodisthicker]

...I imagine sand would have gotten in somehow, anyway.

[because it's coarse and it's rough and it gets... yeah.]

I suppose that depends on whether or not anyone from this world is actually looking, though.

[destage]

...Mike...

[She's mentioned him before, but...you know, she doesn't know much about him, or if she does, she doesn't quite remember. He gave her the drinking advice, right...]

Michael, right? Is he the one there...?

[sleepytimegal]

[ She nods. ]

Michael. My brother. Back from the dead just to go through this.

[bloodisthicker]

...well, I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a bit of a spite element to it. I basically wanted to attack the problems that allowed people like him to gain power in the first place.

[destage]

[...Oh.

Oh dear god, that's--Sayaka gasps at that.]

Alex, oh my god...

[What the fuck?]

I'm--I'm so sorry. He absolutely doesn't deserve something like this, especially...especially if something already happened to him. That's so low of them...

[sleepytimegal]

[ So she... ]

It's...my fault. Again. It was my fault he- he died in the first place, and now...

[destage]

...Alex...

[She wants to tell her to not consider this her fault. It's not her fault she was chosen for this, it's not her fault that any of this was happening, there's so much she wants to say, but...]

You didn't sign up for this--of course it's not your fault! It's their fault! It's that stupid goth brat and that horrid jerk's fault! I don't know what happened, but...please, Alex, don't blame yourself. It's their fault. Not yours.

[...she says it anyway. She says it desperately, like...there's something behind her tone, too, and she pulls Alex closer while shaking. Is she being selfish? Absolutely. Does she assume Alex needs this as much as her? ...Probably, at least in part.]

[evilfrenzy]

Oh, goodness no. I just felt like coming over here to start matching paints to the fabric first.

[He's a bit rusty with sewing machines so he's dragging his feet a little there, but he's not going to admit that out loud.]

[evilfrenzy]

Hmmm. I like the sound of that, actually. Very well, Alex; you're hired.

[He misses that about back home. Having assistants, that is. He figures Alex would probably do a much better job at it than the ones he actually has, too.

...]

I take it you're in need of a distraction as well.

[evilfrenzy]

Huh.

[He nods, though. Monsters on fire. Legit, legit.]

So, what, they're just terrible at incapacitating them? Perhaps they ought to hire people better equipped to deal with monsters.

[evilfrenzy]

Certainly not. But that doesn't necessarily mean it'd be done well.

[...wow this turned morbid quickly, thanks Rideaux.

He'll just...make his coffee...]

[evilfrenzy]

Fair. I would assume that sparring and monster-slaying are incredibly different.

[He clearly wouldn't know. Clearly.]

[bloodisthicker]

[WELL, HE'S GOING TO CORRECT THAT NOW!]

Me either. I just hope it's straightforward and doesn't result in some sort of needless posturing.