Week 8.

[trustfellows]

WEEK 8 Regardless of what you think of the most recent deaths, four more people have died this week. Milla Maxwell, Angel, Susan Ashworth, and Aligula are gone now, leaving you with about a quarter of your original number. Thirty-five down to twelve - this can't keep going for much longer, can it? Is there anything you can do? 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... Unlike the previous weeks, however, it seems that either you've reached the end of the line or Jericho has decided to stop rewarding you for your effort; where there would usually be a stairwell to a new floor, you're met with nothing but solid wall. Perhaps it's distressing; perhaps it's a good sign. Only time will tell, and time isn't something you have a lot of around here. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 12

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week eight 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

[bloodbiter]

["Living heroes are better." "We have you for that."

She wakes up with tears in her eyes again, and she stays that way for a while. It's not... It isn't what she thought, not at all, but it's a far cry from what she wanted. It carries a sting with it once more, and it takes her a while to collect herself enough to leave her room.

When she does come out, she‘s holding a few sheets of paper in her hands, and it’ll become clear why once she reaches the dining hall. She’s setting up portraits of the deceased (except for Susan; she leaves that task to someone else) in the same spot that Susan used to put them. They aren’t drawn in the same style, but... Some things can’t be replaced. They can only be carried on by different hands.

Most of the day after that is spent in the sewing room, though she’s embroidering rather than making any kind of clothing. She seems distracted when compared to her usual manner, a fact made clear by the noise of discomfort she makes when she accidentally pricks her finger with a needle.]

How clumsy...

Sewing Room

[chessturner]

If you're having trouble with that I could help you. Sewing is a necessary skills for a mother, after all.

[Therefore she can sew. But yeah, the offer is there!

[bloodbiter]

That's kind of you to offer.

[But she shakes her head regardless.]

It's not that I'm having trouble, though. I suppose I'm just a bit distracted.

[chessturner]

Another bad dream? It's Sunday, after all.

[bloodbiter]

...Yes, you could say that. It has given me much to think about.

[chessturner]

Don't tell me...are you dead too? That's a common experience a lot of people here seem to share.

[Are you joining the club?]

[bloodbiter]

What? No, I... That isn't it at all. On the contrary, I remembered waking up after sustaining a serious injury.

[chessturner]

It's rather curious...most of us seem to have sustained some sort of grievous injury. You're one of the few who survived, from what I know.

[bloodbiter]

[She's heard about one of them, but it takes her by surprise all the same, and she has to pause.]

Who else...?

[chessturner]

I'm aware Kimblee-san had his throat torn out. Rumor has it that Sayaka-chan suffered some kind of injury, but I haven't asked her the details.

[Now that she thinks about it...]

Or maybe I'm just speculating from all the scars people around here have mentioned during the meeting. For all I know, they may have been done by a certain Coordinator who supposedly likes saving people. He'd definitely be the type to perform surgery on unwilling people...