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]

Nah. I can just read minds.

[Sayaka looks over with a wink.]

...But no, I just have good intuitions. I...um... [Sayaka pauses a bit. She...kind of bluffed with a memory she knew would happen, but she feels kind of bad.] ...I need to apologize again, because the dream I had last week didn't make any sense. I wasn't...sure how to explain it--I still don't, but...

This week, I got the exact memory of how I died. ...Turns out the guy broke into the bathroom and...I think he was saying something, and then I found the knife in my gut.

[It was a blur of a moment, even Sayaka admits it.]

...I managed to leave something behind, for Naegi-kun and the others...before I died. I...wanted to make sure he was safe, since...you know.

[sleepytimegal]

[ Oh... Oh. ]

Yours are that split up...? [ That short? That's, somehow, the first thing she focuses on. Mm... ]

...I... I'm sorry, Sayaka. [ Why, then...? ] ...You're making the best of it, aren't you? Since...there's nothing else you can really do.

[ Her cheerful attitude. ]

[destage]

...No, not...not quite that bad?

[Sayaka tilts her head a bit, as if...trying to consider that, before she grimaces. No, let's not with that.]

...Maybe just a bit, but...I think seeing it, it's helped me come to...terms with it, I think. Just a little, at least.

[...]

I didn't...remember the dream I got last week, in this dream. The dream I had last week was that...I was helping the other students seal off the school...

[sleepytimegal]

[ ...Oh, that's... ]

What...? You mean- you mean like, sealing it up, so you couldn't get out...? But...Sayaka, that doesn't make any sense.

[destage]

I know. I...I know, but...

[That smile goes into an almost frustrated look.]

I didn't...get much more context for it. We were just...all there, Naegi-kun tripped on some paper while we were walking, and...I didn't understand it at all.

[sleepytimegal]

[ ... ]

If you don't have anything else to go on? Don't...think about it, okay? Don't drive yourself crazy, trying to figure it out. That's my advice, one...mystery-memory-haver to another.

[destage]

...I'll try not to. I...don't think it played into...why I killed Kuwata-kun, but...

[...Sayaka stops beating her eggs for a moment, slumping a bit.]

Maybe it's for the best.

[sleepytimegal]

[ No more meat cutting, then; it's hard to focus on that and a conversation with Sayaka anyway. Alex...wipes her hands of meat-juice and then puts an arm around Sayaka's shoulder. ]

I'm not saying to forget about it. Just...if there's no way to try and puzzle through right now, then there's no way. But I bet you'll understand, eventually...and if you really want help? I'm right here. Ready to...spitball off.

[destage]

...I know, and I appreciate it.

[Sayaka leans in a bit, sighing...almost contently.]

I'm sorry if I worried you, though. That...was really rude of me.

[sleepytimegal]

What, no. Girl. You weren't rude, I just always worry, I'm a...chronic-worry, it's a preexisting condition.

[ Gentle shoulder squeeze. ]