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

[notaccurate]

["I could show you the very basics of Sfeer Theory. Cyclical principals. Boundaries. Will. Fasteners. It's not hard. I've only been studying it since I was six. I could do all of this very easily. I know so much more than you.

And yet. Somehow.

I am the one cleaning your fucking floors.

Getting dragged halfway across campus for some stupid reason.

Because I'm your little side project to kick around however you please.

And I do it all for people too stupid to remember my name!"

----

Well. That certainly was a memory.

Luca is normally an early riser, but he doesn't come out of his room until well after lunchtime on Sunday. When he does appear, he goes up the stairs to look for a new floor, only to find...nothing? Huh.

Luca will spend at least an hour exploring the seventh floor, looking to see if the stairs up are in another location. When that proves to be fruitless, he instead heads down to the billiard room to mess around with the pool stuff for a bit. And later, he can be found in the laundry room cleaning his clothes. It's that time again, he's got to stay fresh and clean.

If anyone looks for him at night, he can be found in the bar. It seems as though he has taken up drinking again. And while he has held together pretty well for most of the day, by the nighttime he has started to get a little saltier than he usually is. Watch out for that.]

seventh floor

[bloodbiter]

[She had the same thought later in the day, and she comes across him while they're both looking. As she passes him, she speaks up.]

Have you found anything new? It's... strange.

[notaccurate]

No, I haven't. Maybe...this is the end?

[Maybe this is their last week, and surviving this long means they get to leave.]

[bloodbiter]

I hope so. That would be an incredible relief, honestly...

[A small pause.]

Depending on what the end entails, I suppose.

[notaccurate]

Hopefully a 'congratulations, you're free to go' and nothing else.

[bloodbiter]

I doubt they would offer congratulations. It seems a bit too kind for them.

[notaccurate]

Their 'congratulations' would not be out of kindness, of course, but rather to rub our survival in our faces.

[bloodbiter]

[A nod.]

They would be mocking us if they offered it at all. [...] If I have any choice in the matter, I’m not leaving them alive when I depart.

[notaccurate]

Mmm, it is a nice thought. Though I am sure at least a few people here would say to spare them.

[bloodbiter]

...I imagine so, yes. It's a bit regrettable that some might feel that way, given the circumstances.

[notaccurate]

I suppose if we get some kind of 'motive monologue' then they might become more of a tragic villain that can be sympathized with.

Which means we probably shouldn't let them talk.

[bloodbiter]

...I cannot understand anyone who would sympathize with the people who put us in a situation that caused such tragedy to unfold.

[A sigh.]

Perhaps part of me wishes that I was forgiving enough to try to understand whatever reasoning they have, but I know I never will.

[notaccurate]

I think, under certain circumstances, I might. But they would have to be very specific circumstances.

[Ones that Luca is sure will not be met.]

Bar

[destage]

[Well, today's a bit more of an unusual day, but it's the day most people aren't doing so great--Sayaka's just kind of wandering around a bit on the third floor, when she catches sight of who's in the bar. That's...concerning.

Hope you don't mind the company, Luca, even if Sayaka knocks on the wall a bit out of politeness.]

Luca-san? What brings you in here?

[notaccurate]

Ah, hello Sayaka.

[He can at least rein in the saltiness around her, since he is fond of her and all.]

It seemed like a good space to do some thinking.

[destage]

What about?

[Sayaka knows better than to push too much, but she's gonna go take a seat by Luca with a smile.]

It must be a lot, if you're here to do so...

[notaccurate]

Of home, mostly. And what I will do when I get back there.

[Since he is hella fired and probably hella deported too. Shit's gonna suck when he gets back.]

[destage]

...Oh, Luca-san...

[That's going to get a concerned expression.]

Did...something happen with your family...?

[notaccurate]

Oh no, they're just fine. Well, besides the obvious.

[The obvious being the son he will be rescuing as soon as they get out of here.]

I just may be without a job, that is all.

[destage]

...What? Did they just decide to fire you or something? You've got a son to support, though...!

[That is a mildly terrifying thing to think about...]

[notaccurate]

Well...

[Look at that suspicious pause there.]

I may have...yelled at a professor.

And then made a soldier punch himself in the face.

[destage]

[...Ohhhhhhh.]

...I'm going to take it that he at least...uh, needed a good talking to. But...having a soldier punch themselves in the face seems...interesting, if nothing else?

[notaccurate]

Oh yes, he most definitely deserved it.

He made a rather crude remark about my being a foreigner and tried to shove me around.

[destage]

...You know what, honestly, I'd do the exact same thing if I were in your position. What a jerk! I'm just sorry that it's costing you so much. That's an absolutely cruel thing to say to someone and I wish I could go over and do the same thing you did!

[PROCEEDS TO HUFF. She's gonna deck a man.]

[notaccurate]

As admirable as that is, you probably would not be able to do much to him. He was a trained soldier, after all. If I had to fight with my own body, I would not have won either.

[But it is nice, to have someone who agrees with him.]