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

Vending Machine

[ninehundredlives]

[UGH, Susan winces a bit.]

God. Put them in your room if you're keeping them, please?

[evilfrenzy]

[Oh. Well, Rideaux certainly wasn't expecting that sort of reaction. He gives Susan a Look, though it's more out of confusion than anything.]

That is my intention. Though I have to say, I didn't expect to see such a visceral reaction. [...] You would tell me if they contained some sort of toxin, yes?

[He doesn't recognize these flowers, obviously.]

[ninehundredlives]

I don't recognize those ones. I just really don't like flowers.

[That's...a story a lot of people here know, actually. But...eh.]

But if you think they might be poison, you might not want to keep them near your bed.

[evilfrenzy]

[...huh. Rideaux finds that a bit unorthodox, but different strokes.]

Fair enough. [...] I don't imagine these are poisonous, but I also woudldn't put it past the Coordinators to let such things slip into the vending machine. I'll keep them on my desk.

[ninehundredlives]

They put enough murder weapons in there. No poison as far as I've seen, yet...but we seem to do well enough for ourselves on that front.

The last time I was here, I got a sickle. Like, the farming implement. It's a weird thing to use as a weapon.

[evilfrenzy]

They really do. And as we know, some have come into use for murders already. So, they have certainly been working as the Coordinators intended. I wouldn't be surprised if someone figured out a decent way to work a sickle into a murder plot. It's just a much smaller scythe in the end.