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

[heritrix]

This is the saddest of sales pitches. I have to live there someday, you know.

[She might also die there, but! Gotta be optimistic! Also she is just loving how curly Susan's hair is, for the record. She's moved on from combing her hair to smoothing the curls out with just a little cream.]

[ninehundredlives]

Oh, yeah, let's. If there's anywhere they're clustered around...and maybe you'll be able to see part of where Hilda pulls her weapons from.

[destage]

[something something the glitter is the means by which all is revealed]

...You know, knowing everything else in this place? I wouldn't doubt that. Maybe it's like magic, the glitter makes the words legible.

[matchbreaker]

Yeah. I also keep thinking I ought to bring Ditty. I mean I don't want to traumatize the little guy more than he has been, but it might be worth seeing if he reacts to things.

[ninehundredlives]

He could be a crafty type. We don't know.

[She picks up one of the male dolls and poses him evilly. Just doing a sort of evil laugh.]

Like Doctor X. He was the first man who murdered me - he'd set up all the bodies of his victims like paintings. The Mona Lisa, things like that. A real psycho.

[ninehundredlives]

How do you think he might react?

[She thinks it would mostly just be distressing.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Okay woman you need a better evil laugh. Elda will do that back at her, but it's got an edge of haughty to it. ]

Who called themselves Doctor X and is still an artist! How absurd!

[matchbreaker]

Probably just be real sad at Blue's podium. [ . . . ] I guess I've been thinking it's possible there's stuff animals like him could see that we can't. You know, like how bats can hear a lot better than anyone.

[heritrix]

[Rin's cheeks pink a little.] W-We're just about done here, so hold still.

[It's not like she likes you or anything Sayaka, gosh. Alright, maybe it's a little of that, given she's only gently flustered by the compliment and not straight out tsunning. She's not nice, Sayaka, geez. You'll ruin her reputation.

In any case, Rin pins the nearly finished braid in place for a moment, so she can tousle the locks around it better, then find a ribbon to tie it off.]

[ninehundredlives]

[That was the Jericho doll, not HER. Though, you know, it's probably not the best laugh.]

His name was Xavier Zellman. [Just. Dripping with contempt at this stupid man with his stupid name.]

[innocentloveholic]

[ Ooh, nice. Aligula watches her, tapping the tip of her boots on the ground steadily... ]

Want a hint?

[matchbreaker]

Oh holy smokes, what a name!

[ Pfffthahaha, holy shit. She laughs in her chair, making a X with the arms of the doll she's got in hand. ]

[destage]

--Ah, are you...

[...she wouldn't tell her that unless she was certain. Sayaka...sighs a bit, before getting set up on the bed.]

It is your bed, so...if you do, I don't mind at all. Thank you, though.

[...the tea is actually already prepared, she might smell it? It's chamomile. Her usual sleepy tea of choice.]

And...I'm not dignifying her with a name, but yeah, her. I really hate her.

[matchbreaker]

No, no, I can work this out myself, I think. Some of these required me to think like the author, and I assume this much the same.

[ Tap, tap... ]

Might be better to focus on one of the others before going to that one, even if I do have things filled in there.

[heritrix]

[Well, luckily they didn't get diamonds.]

So a fantasy game, huh? [Hmmm.] Since it's a six, there should be six characters. Why don't you pick out two more? One for you, and one for someone else.

[innocentloveholic]

[ Pinky swear, ghost hookers it is. ]

We can have some of my favorite eats while we're out too! [ ......... ] Oh, wait, you don't eat.

[ .............................. ]

Never mind, I guess.

[matchbreaker]

What, did you got and speak to her?

[ Honestly, Elda doesn't say it but she ... hates that bed??? it's too soft and doesn't cover things like a coffin. Also she forgot how bright this room can be while there's no blanket over the light? Awwell, she'll focus on the conversation at hand, leaning her chin into her palm. ]

[matchbreaker]

That's fair.

[ And for herself she'll pick out! The robber from Catan-alike. And then for the other person she picks out ... she's not sure what this is? It's like a yellow plastic griffon or something but it's small and crude so it's a little unclear. ]

These two.

[matchbreaker]

Well sorry to inconvenience!

[ Huff.

But pinky swear and a smile later, ]

I wouldn't mind the tour regardless. You'd be energetic enough to keep it interesting.

[innocentloveholic]

[ RIN... YOU GET HER, THOUGH. ]

They probably already have those, buuut I don't have one, and haven't really had the thought to tinker around with making one myself... [ She doesn't... need one, so. ] I've been kinda busy making stuff for other people, I guess. It's important to, like, curry favors, you know? People owing you is the best feeling in life!

art room

[innocentloveholic]

[ Ooh, people~! Aligula's here today too, though honestly when isn't she in the art room for some amount of time....... She loves this place. Today she's working on her unicorn cutting skills though.

Doesn't mean she can't get all nosy with whatever Angel's making though— ]

Are those your friends? Ooh, are they aliens or are they human?

all over

[innocentloveholic]

[ And all over today happens to be the sewing room for this thread, so Aligula's just.... watching...

Before she holds up what she's been working on? Which is a crappy-looking doll. Actually, there's a couple failures over here. ]

You wanna take these off my hand while you're collecting totally useless junk?

gets another elda thread because i want it-- foyer

[innocentloveholic]

[ Move over, scopes, Aligula wants the spot next to Elda—!! She's setting them aside, hey gurl hey. ]

Ever thought about being an artist?

[ she's seen her sketch a lot it's a totally legit question ]

Well damn im pumped.

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh, alas, poor scopes. That said, Ditty will take this moment to crawl off of Elda and onto Aligula. Don't worry, he doesn't leave slime.

That said, Elda smirks, looking up from her sketch of the clock she was doing to look at the one next to her. ]

I just do it for hobby, honestly. What's the line for "artist;" probably creativity, right?

[bloodisthicker]

[he has been rewarded. with robocat.

...

HM. WHICH TOY SHOULD HE USE. he'll go with the deformed mouse on a string and calmly approach the box.]

Hello, there, kitty.