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

[notaccurate]

Mmm.

[He hesitates there for a moment, before he speaks up again.]

How are you doing, by the way?

[hesperos]

[ ... ]

I'm doing fine. What made you ask?

[notaccurate]

We just hadn't spoken in a couple days.

[Not since that weird night, with pillow fights and confessions.]

[hesperos]

No, we haven't.

[ He's...considering something. He looks around the room, which is a mess, and he just rubs the back of his head. ]

I think it's honestly just because we haven't really had a chance to speak... you know, since then. It's not like we were trying to avoid each other or anything. What about you?

[ Part of him is admittedly suddenly a touch more nervous than he had been before, but hell like he's going to admit it. ]

[notaccurate]

You're right. I did have some other things to attend to on Sunday.

[Mostly freaking out over the memory he got whoops.]

But if you are doing well, then that's good to hear. I know I am not the best at showing it, but I do worry.

[About everyone here, if he's being honest. For the most part, the people here aren't that bad.]

[hesperos]

I think you can be pretty good at showing it, but that's just my opinion.

[ So he can very much see it. Or maybe that's just been him, honestly. He doesn't fault him for it--there's a lot to worry about. Though, Yuri's never been particularly a worrywart, he does like to ensure people (who aren't assholes) are doing alright. ]

...You said you had some stuff on Sunday, though. Did any of that go alright?

[notaccurate]

[Luca's just so hot-and-cold about his feelings that sometimes his intentions can be difficult to suss out. But hey, at least he knows about his shortcomings!]

...mmm. Some of it, yes. But the rest...well. Going back to my world is going to be more difficult than I imagined.

[hesperos]

Land yourself into a pile of steaming trouble?

[ ... Like just a very nicer way of saying 'a pile of shit' here, basically, but yeah. ]

[notaccurate]

Of the 'fired and deported' kind, yes.

[Because he is sure both are about to happen.]

Hopefully there are other places to go once we get out of here, because I would probably not be welcome back home.