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

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[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]

Burning things. Or...seeing if they can burn. Since apparently some things here are indestructible.

[ninehundredlives]

I tried to set one of the doors on fire yesterday. The secret locked ones? [She tosses a couch cushion into the flames.] I thought if I could burn a hole in it, we could just skip trying to find a way to unlock it. But it wouldn't catch. Even though it seems like wood - it should have at least a little.

[ninehundredlives]

A little, yeah. Mostly locked doors. And I don't want to keep testing this by trying to destroy the piano - I like the piano.

[destage]

[...Sayaka's smile is warmer, whether she can see it or not.]

Thank you, Tohsaka-san. You're absolutely wonderful.

[destage]

I don't want to think that I very nearly killed people that I'd been friends with for years.

[Sayaka shakes her head rapidly at that.]

[destage]

...Mom, please. Just...be gentle with her. For me, please? She's a good person.

[matchbreaker]

[ Well that was backhanded. But she... nods, gently. She will not be "cruel" but she still will do what must be done. She's been projecting a little before now, but she's not sure she's been cruel. ]

Don't look at me so accusatorially. I wouldn't make such a wedge between us.

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . ]

Might you back up, do you mean you caused this lock down?

[matchbreaker]

You know, it might be worth bringing the goggles to the next one, just to see if there is anything to see there.

[matchbreaker]

But to be worthy of accusation, he'd need to have made them, right? If he simply received or bought them, it's hardly that damning.

[ She picks one of them up, posing it into a shocked face. ]

[destage]

[...Goodness, she really hasn't been in here in a while. The claw marks get a bit of looking when she sees them, but the sketches...

Well, Sayaka will get in there when Elda asks, and close the door behind her.]

Apologies, I wanted to make sure I was prepared when I came in here. It never hurts to be, you know?

[Sayaka bows her head, politely.]

Thank you for allowing me to stay the night.

[matchbreaker]

We've also not kept a consistent location. Earlier on, we had these in the dining hall or bar as well.

[ But it's still worth looking... perhaps? ]

Either way, all this is little more than curiosity until we can speak.

[destage]

...I don't actually know what caused it. I just know what...we were there, and fixing it up...

[she sadly does not remember the state of the outside world]

[matchbreaker]

[ there's probably at least a dozen Sayaka sketches in here. There's also four paintings in one corner of the room, the four vampire pictures (Susan, Sayaka, Rin, and Adelina) but they aren't hanging so much as just stacked there, leaning against the wall with the Sayaka one standing on top.

Still, she grins, ]

IF you ask me so desperately, how could I not?

[matchbreaker]

Then how do you mean you killed them? By taking initiative in that game you were in? Do you mean to say that lot was ... what, your classmates?

[matchbreaker]

Now, now, has this week been that hard for you?

[ But yes, she'll life up this chair with her surprising strength to help her shove it in the incinerator. ]

[heritrix]

So do they, I think, if Sigrun wasn't joking about it being indestructible. And you're saying the doors are too?

[destage]

[...]

I meant that in the sense of...the rules of the game. I don't...they never actually told us how it runs, but...

If Kuwata-kun doesn't get found and they accuse Naegi-kun, then it's likely they're all going to die for it. And that's because I did something so horrid in the first place.

[heritrix]

We should have a few extra characters too...

[Though she's not sure who she wants them to be yet; she's just picking them out at random. There's a monster looking one, and then a racecar that looks like it came out of a Monopoly set, and a blue gingerbread kid from a Candy Land type game.]

[bloodisthicker]

Hmm. Well. You never know. Maybe glitter is the key to making this stuff actually comprehensible.

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Huh.

She blows a small sigh from the lips, and then she reaches out to pat Sayaka on the head. And she says, ever so gently, ]

Please take this more as reassurance than insult, but you are not a criminal mastermind, Sayaka. If the lot here can find out the plots of Kimblee or Terumi, your room switching scheme would only fool an idiot.

[ So they probably survived. ]

[heritrix]

What happened? [She clenches a fist.] Did someone upset you?

[Look she will go beat a fucker up if she has to.]

[matchbreaker]

Oh, those ones can be a party of adventuring heroes. Or someones out to destroy the world? Iunno, let's see what the deck says, the genre idea was fun so...

We'll call hearts a romance, diamonds scifi, spades a mystery, and clubs a fantasy romp.

[ And she draws...! a six of clubs. ]

[destage]

Well, I trust you to make sure I don't do anything stupid.

[Just let Sayaka unpack her pillow--she brought one of her stuffed animals and a blanket, and she'll just set herself up a spot on the floor...oh, and she'll take out a few things she keeps in her sleeves and set them by the tea pot. Red stones, brass key, and...what looks like a note? Huh.]

...I don't want to prove that woman right, after all.

[matchbreaker]

Bed. You get the bed, girl. If you don't want to kick me off it I'll sleep with you.

[ She points at it a few times and shakes her head. She takes up a seat at the desk, crossing her legs. Oh, did she already heat up some tea? Oh no that's to make it here. She nods. ]

What woman, Hilda?