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trustfell2017-10-29 12:05 pm
trustfellows) wrote in trustfell2017-10-29 12:05 pm
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. |
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[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!]
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...well then. It only gets worse when he practically almost cuts Sayaka off next.]
No.
[...
Shortly after, he sighs from beyond the door.]
That was unnecessary. I am not feeling well, and... [Nnngh.] Not in the physical sense.
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That second bit gets a tiny bit more concern than the first. Sayaka doesn't say anything for a few moments, seeming to give some genuine contemplation to the matter before speaking up again.]
...If you would like an ear, I would not mind providing. Or...just passing notes through the door or something. But...I will leave you be, if you want to be left alone.
[Her tone's calm, but without any sort of hardness to it. A little guarded, but still intended to be somewhat soothing.]
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I am not sure what to even say. I don't really want to explain everything, because it relates to my world and...what I told you in regard to my secret. I am sure you would not want to hear all the technical bullshit either. So I will put it simply:
[...]
Consider me another member of your little club.
[Or, "I died."
The way he says it is full of bitterness and defeat. Unlike Sayaka, he didn't see it coming at all. He's clearly having a difficult time dealing with the shock of it.]
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...It takes a couple of seconds, but you know, there's...only one real logical conclusion to be reached through that. And it's not a nice one at all, and...
You know, somehow? The fact that he says it's something in regards to his secret, that just...that manages to actually cause her to start to flare, even though she's certain he can't see it. She's kind of thankful for it too, because wow.]
...It's a horrible club to be a part of, and...I'm so sorry, Rideaux-san. That's...that's absolutely terrible.
[She's trying to maintain a calm tone, but it's clear that it's wavering a bit with something. That a business like that could've caused him to die--a business so competitive, it's...honestly making her a lot angrier than she'd like to admit.]
You don't have to go further. I wouldn't blame you for not wanting to, after something like that. I...think I can gather plenty, just from what you've said.
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Then again, she did understand the competitive nature of his job more than anyone else here could.
He blankly stares at the back of his door, trying to find words of his own. His hand trembles a little bit on the doorknob.]
...Yeah. I know you can. [...] Thanks for understanding. I am still in the process of coming to terms with it, so...putting it into words is very difficult. I imagine you already know how that goes.
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[She could leave now, if she wanted. She knows she probably should, because it sounds like he genuinely needs the space to just...do whatever he planned to do. Sulk? Break something? She's not sure, but...]
I do. It's pretty crushing to find that sort of thing out...it's best to take the time and make space for yourself, so that way you can try to process it, and do whatever you need to do. [Sayaka smiles a bit.] It's different for everyone...but take your time with it. And as much as you need to, for your own sake.
But...know that you're not alone in this place, okay?
[...She'll start to walk off after she says that, having said her piece.]
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He listens carefully to Sayaka's response, because honestly he's not sure what to do with himself the way things are now, and having any point of reference to work with is helpful. Giving himself space...yeah, that does sound like the best idea. Maybe if he just rests all day...
Sayaka's parting words completely take him out of those thoughts, stunning him for a moment.
"You're not alone..."]
...Thank you, Maizono. I...will remember that.
[He lets those words trail out through the door before retreating for now. Things may seem bleak and hopeless for the time being, but...those words will linger. And it really does help.]