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

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[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

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda doesn't answer immediately, instead lapping up more of the blood, taking it in, trying to - wishing that there was some difference in taste, like there was...

It's... human? Human-like, despite her not being so. It's strange. Maybe it's just how they neutered her sense of taste.

But once she breaks free of the bite, taking out her fangs (leaving no blood behind, and the cuts seal up near instantly) Elda licks her lips, takes a half step back, and she nods. Ah... ]

Warm, I'd say.

[innocentloveholic]

[ Aligula rubs her neck belatedly, frowning slightly; there really isn't anything there, and that's a little weird, but she won't complain about it. No need to look a gift horse in the mouth and all. ]

Is that a good thing?

[matchbreaker]

[ To clarify there will be two marks there, where it punctured. But they're pretty much instantly scabbed up and clean. If her blood affinity was working those would last until the emotions she took returned.

That said, Elda... considers ]

My sense of taste is neutered here, but as compared to the chilled stuff, it's a Godsend.

[innocentloveholic]

[ Practically nothing, then. ]

You could just warm the blood bags up, you know. Or let them get to room temperature, whatever. Blood sauces exist for a reason, Indomitable. [ ... ] But you're welcome.

[matchbreaker]

No, truly, Aligula.

[ She leans in a little, and she... smiles for her. ]

I'm grateful. I know, I know, I earned it... but it's really only right when taken like this. And -- well, when it's offered, that's basically a new feeling.

[innocentloveholic]

[ ...Um—!! ]

Yeah, yeah, whatever! Just, like, never mention— [ a loud gasp ] Oh, crud, my cake!

[ Please... excuse her, she has to grab some mitts and go to the oven, ahh please don't be... burnt........ ]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . .

She's just going to leave now so she can't be blamed for that. quickly and silently. ]