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

[ninehundredlives]

Maybe next week. They might not do it anyway, if they can't see us. Unless they have their own meetings about ghost things.

[matchbreaker]

We've also not kept a consistent location. Earlier on, we had these in the dining hall or bar as well.

[ But it's still worth looking... perhaps? ]

Either way, all this is little more than curiosity until we can speak.

[ninehundredlives]

That's true...at the very least, maybe they'll feel better knowing that we can see them. That they aren't just completely trapped in a ghost version of this, with nobody knowing where they are.

[matchbreaker]

Yes, I should hope so.

[ She drums her fingers on the table, ]

... We'll work out how to communicate soon. I'm sure it'll be better than to just think it's nothing.

[ninehundredlives]

Maybe if we wrote notes and then burned them? Kill it metaphorically...

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh that's... that's a good idea ]

I'll try that next. And a few other things, maybe on Monday when we can see a direct response.