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

[destage]

...Don't be cruel to her, please.

[There's plenty Sayaka thinks about, while she says this. It wouldn't be easy to kill anyone here at all, but...all the same, if she managed what she wanted, she'd be more liable to be upset with herself. It's not like she could find a way to get Elda, Alex, and Kimblee out all at once.

...Sayaka just leans in a bit, a hand going in her sleeve to play with those stones again.]

[matchbreaker]

Now, now, have you known me to be cruel?

[ Hah. hahah. ha. ]

[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.