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

[matchbreaker]

... I should think everyone ought to.

[destage]

She didn't have to. She didn't have to have any sympathy toward the situation, and...yet...

[...]

That's--that's why I hate that other girl so much, you know? She couldn't...she's her sister, and she couldn't let her go out with some shred of dignity.

[matchbreaker]

[ That's a strange qualifier. Elda ... doesn't understand it at all. Why one would want that connection, why one would need that connection? It's something she can't even begin to understand, to will that into existence out of your enemy. But then, the situation is a little bit more complex than that, isn't it? To be validated by that...?

She hums, continuing to drum her fingers.

To feel jealousy under the circumstances is a little bit... tacky. ]

Yes, the whole thing's disgusting.

[destage]

[...Sayaka sighs a bit, and she seems content to move on.]

Hey, have you gotten anything to drink yet?

[matchbreaker]

You know I can't taste any of this - I'd gag trying.

[ She pauses her drumming to instead tap a nail on one of the frankendrinks. ]

[destage]

I mean in general, you know. You've been getting plenty from the infirmary, right?

[Sayaka shakes her head a bit, chuckling.]

[matchbreaker]

Of course. Don't you see to it often enough?

[ she shakes her head ]

Though I've had none today, do not take me as a woman foolish enough to starve.

[destage]

I know, but...it never hurts to check. I worry about you a lot, you know? I don't take you to be foolish, but...I should be making sure you stay okay.

[matchbreaker]

[ A staccato of sentimentality plays in her heart. She taps the bar one more time before the hand curls into a ball and she brings it up to her chest. It's painful. It's so painful.

But her smile is warm. ]

I'm sorry to be such trouble that you're worrying for me that much.

[destage]

--Hey! Don't--don't you say that!

[That manages to jolt Sayaka into a shocked state, and she's just going to hug Elda? Because holy shit.]

You are not trouble. You're absolutely not! Don't ever say that!

[matchbreaker]

W-whoa, whoa! Here I thought you Japanese were known for being courteous, I was following suit.

[ She laughs at the hug though, shifting in her seat, surprised and perhaps even a little flustered at the embrace. She's laughing, but to be the one pulled in like this, her arms not even out yet? That's... huh.

Thirty pages in versus the beginning. A start line. A girl that doesn't know what a mother is.

... She keeps up laughing some as she's hugged. Does she dare even ask? ]