Week 7.

[trustfellows]

WEEK 7 Orihime Inoue, Estellise Sidos Heurassein, and Kirei Kotomine all died this past week. One of your Coordinators died as well, leaving you with a new face but still no end to this. Several of you are finding yourselves at a crossroads: either keep moving forward, or accept the inevitability of fate. It's your own choice, your own decision; no one's going to make it for you. Over half of you are gone now. 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... Once again, a new floor has been opened to you; unfortunately, either this is a particularly strange reward or Jericho is starting to get downright sarcastic. Perhaps there's something in it for you despite the setup; who knows, though there's really only one way to find out. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 16

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week seven 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 Hilda!]

Comments

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah...yeah.

[Susan rolls the bottle between her hands for a moment.]

It's not enough. You know? I think any of us who care for anybody cares for more than one person. And...I don't know if anyone would be able to forgive being saved when all their other friends died. It isn't worth it.

["Any of us who care" because, well, she's not sure that everybody's that closely tied. She's thinking about her own people - she'd been thinking about Elda and Sayaka.]

[bloodisthicker]

[we've spent so long in this damn murder prison that we've completely fucking lost it in a good way over a cat]

Yes, I did! I tried to think of what cat toys normally seem to be like, anyway, but... honestly, I've gotten the impression that it's a little hard to predict. So I figured a variety would be good.

[ninehundredlives]

I guess you haven't seen anything yet?

[sleepytimegal]

[ Oh! Clapping? That's a foreign noise for this- Alex looks over sheepishly and smiles. ] Uhh... Longest time, at least. I started trying to play last week, but- you really think I'm getting it down?

[heritrix]

[Rin's going to manage with Susan somehow, if the older woman lets her, so it'll all be good. Refresh my memory though; I remember Sayaka got her hair cut, but about how much shorter is it now?]

Don't worry, your faith's not misplaced. I've been doing this since I was small.

[They'll start by combing out her hair, though! If Sayaka still wears any barrettes, etc, Rin will have her take them out and gesture to a nearby chair to set them down on, until they're finished.]

[sleepytimegal]

[ Ohhh she's not used to that word yet!! Gentle blushing with a little smile. ]

You make it easy to... Um, no, not me. What's in it?

[heritrix]

Nice choice. It matches your jacket. [With everything set aside, Rin sits in her chair on her knees.] I'm going to take your hair tie out, okay? You'll feel a little tug.

[But she's gentle about it! It seems she's pretty good with hair, as she works it out without much fuss.]

[bloodisthicker]

Look, a weird mechanical cat is a beacon of light in these dark times. It's a bit strange, but I'd probably be more concerned if it didn't act like a cat.

[chessturner]

It's part of a traditional Japanese breakfast. Rice balls, miso soup, grilled fish, and some pickled vegetables. I think you'll find the taste is not your usual breakfast flavor.

[She's kind of proud of her skill in the kitchen, even if it's nothing luxurious]

[heritrix]

...there was something very strange looped in with that statement.

[heritrix]

[It's such a good diversion, so many people are humoring her today. Rin gestures for Susan to sit, and will peek around her shoulder.]

What color would you like? You have dark hair, so about anything will look good in it.

[hesperos]

Sure was.

Least no one seems pleased about it.

[ Or maybe someone does because there's always some kind of hidden sadistic bastard somewhere in high places with situations like these. Not counting Jericho. ]

[ninehundredlives]

You're right. You can spend all the money in the world on fancy cat things, and then they'll just play with the wrapping all night. [She reaches out to flip one of the strings around.] Simpler is better.

[ninehundredlives]

They don't act like it's about leverage. Hilda doesn't, anyway. Maybe Alena...

[Maybe? She's vacillated on her judgments of Alena, even now.]

I never knew her well.

[bloodisthicker]

...

Please don't.

[PUNS ARE TERRIBLE UNLESS HE'S MAKING THEM, HE REFUSES TO BUDGE ON THIS]

[destage]

I think you are, yeah.

[Sayaka's smile is...well, it's got warmth to it, that's for sure. She can do that much for Alex, right? Don't think about it.]

I've never really played around with them myself, I admit...but I think you're gonna be a kickbutt drummer, if you keep on with it! Honestly, I think it'll be really good for you, too.

[hesperos]

Oh yeah, definitely.

[ He'll grin. ]

I was thinking of hitting up the walls right outside of the art room first. It'd be great if I had someone to do this with me too, so c'mon, feel free to grab whatever.

[ He'll begin to pick up some of the paints now. ]

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan spends the morning in the weird library, trying to lure the robot cat out for playtime. Because of course she does. While she's at it, she attempts to look through the books for anything intelligible as well, apparently without luck.

In the afternoon, she goes up to the game room with a lighter taken from Estelle's room. One of the trick ones that spews out inches' worth of flame. Susan clears the shelves away from the hidden sliding door, makes sure she's got a jug of water on one of the tables nearby, and then starts trying to burn a hole in the middle of the door. Because fuck this fucking indestructible place with its horrible doors.

Regardless of what happens there, you can find her clicking the lighter open and shut thoughtfully in the dining hall later that evening. It's sort of a useful thing to have, isn't it?]

[hesperos]

[ Sure, Tarrlok. Sure. ]

Alright, but fur what it's worth, you gotta admit it was a good one.

[destage]

[It's a bob cut; so it's a little bit higher than her chin, though it's shorter in the back than it is in the front. She'll take her silver barrettes out and set them aside, sitting in the chair with a smile.]

You know, you struck me as that sort of girl! Did you test them out on your dolls, or did you prefer to use your own hair for it?

[Color her a bit curious as she sits still, smiling.]

[ninehundredlives]

Dying happens. Around here. Apparently.

[destage]

[...There's something she could say to that. There's a lot of things she could say, and a lot of people she could try to get out herself--the list seems endless.]

...No, I...I understand that. I--I still think that...it could be dangerous. Someone could think that this is the best chance, and they'd...

[...She doesn't want to think about it.]

It's--it's utterly frightening.

[bloodisthicker]

...

Well, you know. A lot can change in a week here. It's hard to believe it's only been a little under two months.

[destage]

[Don't feel bad, Sayaka still isn't used to saying it. She's got a tint of pink on her cheeks.]

It's basically deep fried pork! It's sliced nice and thin and it's honestly a bit of a comfort food--it's so unhealthy, but it's really delicious. Especially with some nice rice underneath...it's more of a treat food, than anything else.

[...treat in this sense being unhealthy, but. Y'know.]

Conference Room

[ninehundredlives]

...you know those are really creepy dolls? [where the fuck did those come from - oh right the fucking machine]