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!]

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[ninehundredlives]

[Today, Susan wanders all over gathering random pieces of furniture from the different rooms. It's all light and portable things, stuff there's enough of that nobody would miss it. Probably mostly chairs or cushions.

Once she's got it all, she goes to the incinerator and proceeds to throw them in one at a time, leaving the door open to watch what happens. It's unpleasantly hot in the room like that, with the thing at full blast, so she's actually taken off her usual jacket for once. If she needs to, she'll try to break down some of the furniture to fit it in.]

Incinerator.

[matchbreaker]

What.

[ this is.

What Susan gets.

With Elda holding ditty in hand. ]

[ninehundredlives]

You can't burn down the doors.

[Which obviously explains why she's attempting to burn chairs?]

[matchbreaker]

... So you're testing what else burns?

[ Do you need help with that chair, she's strong? ]

[ninehundredlives]

I...sort of just want something to be really destroyed. But yeah, it's interesting to see how indestructible the furniture is.

[Please aid her in her weird fire vendetta]

[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. ]

[ninehundredlives]

All I wanted was to burn down one door. I hate just having those locked ones there, mocking us...

Incinerator

[heritrix]

...Is this one of those days where you wake up and hate everything?

[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.

[heritrix]

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

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah. Which makes more sense, honestly? You'd want those to be hard to get through. I just can't believe it's been so long, and we still haven't got those open.

[heritrix]

Mm, Sayaka and I at least managed to open the door in the chapel. Only to find a box we couldn't open up...

[ninehundredlives]

Offfffff course. Why wouldn't you find a box you couldn't open?

Incinerator

[hesperos]

[ Well, that's...certainly a thing. He'll be looking on over to see what's going on with her here. ]

Wow. Where'd you get the idea to try this out?

[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.

[hesperos]

... Yeah, that's pretty strange. Maybe it's protected by some kinda magic, y'know?

[ That's his first thought, anyway. Could be a blastia - though, he figures with all that he's learned so far, it wouldn't have to necessarily involve one. ]

[ninehundredlives]

Probably. Everything's magic around here.

[hesperos]

Yeah.

[ Everything pisses magic in here, basically. ]

... So you still need help with tossing things into there or is that experiment all set?

[ninehundredlives]

I'm open to help, if you want to?

incinerator

[bloodbiter]

[She watches this for a few minutes, before—]

What are you doing?

[ninehundredlives]

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

[bloodbiter]

Oh.

[A pause, but then...]

Will burning them help us somehow?

[ninehundredlives]

Not at all. I just want to see how far it goes.

[bloodbiter]

[Hmm.]

Is everything alright, Susan?

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?