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

Breakfast sort of?

[matchbreaker]

You know, I never did collect on that dressing you up thing, did I?

[ It's a more idle statement Elda makes when she steps into the kitchen. She's got some papers under her arm which can include that drawing from her daughter most notably, the letter from Milla addressed to the rest of the group.

... Mind you it's closer to noon than not when she's doing this. So Kyrie might be cleaning up or in here for some other reason. Time is an illusion.

She's looking around for - Oh right, she needs to get tape. She'll sigh and set the papers on the counter. ]

[chessturner]

...that's true. I thought you had forgotten.

[Although Kyrie is not in a good mood, she lost a bet and therefore she has to honor it. She takes off her coat, putting it aside. Despite everything, she is a bit curious of what Elda has in mind]

[matchbreaker]

... Oh, I didn't mean now! I mean, unless you want.

[ That said, without that coat? Damn, that rack. ]

[chessturner]

[It's impolite to stare, Elda, haha]

Is that so? In that case, I suppose that can wait. I'm not in the best of moods, I wouldn't want to ruin your enjoyment by being a wet blanket.

[She's definitely not going to protest, yeah. Coat back on]

[matchbreaker]

No, I figured that might be the case. I'd prefer to do it... Well, I don't know. Probably improper to make you deal with it when we talk to ghosts tomorrow too.

[ She holds up a finger and she's leaving the kitchen...

... she's back like a minute later with duct tape. ]

[chessturner]

Yes, about that...

[...]

I think I'll pass the ghost talking part. It's not like there's anyone I feel particularly inclined to talk with. Despite getting along with people, I can count in one hand the people I feel some sort of bond with.

[And they're all alive]

[matchbreaker]

What, really? I was counting on your deductive reasoning helping if we hit any strange problems.

[ That said, she'll also respect Kyrie's wishes. The woman has always beem private. ]

[chessturner]

What are the odds any of these ghosts will have any useful information? I'm not sure there'll be anything useful.

[It's hard to find clues when you're intangible and in a potentially different place]

I do hope I'm mistaken, though, for everyone's sake.

[matchbreaker]

On the contrary, I'm expecting a lot from them. If they're in here with us, they can look through those hidden rooms and the office with impunity. Hell, the victims of old games might be there, not to mention Alena.

[ She walks over the fridge now, and then makes to duct tape a note to the fridge. It's Milla's last note to everyone. ]

[chessturner]

Do you have experience with ghosts and how they work?

[May as well ask that. Also do vampires leave ghosts behind? Is that a thing?

Kyrie reads Maxwell-san's note. 'Believe in yourselves', she says...sure, alright]

I guess with people like Maxwell-san are on that side they may actually manage to find something useful.

[matchbreaker]

Secondhand, mostly. My youngest granddaughter has a really tremendous spiritual sense to her, she keeps a small army of the things in her doll and stuffed animal collection.

[ Shrug, like that's normal. ]

[chessturner]

...are you aware how little sense that makes?

[You're totally telling weird stuff nonchalantly to freak her out, aren't you, Elda?]

So those spirits inhabit the stuffed animal and...they move? Am I understanding this correctly?

[matchbreaker]

They can, yeah. Well, most of them can't move that much, unless they're particularly potent. Like her favorite doll has a serial killer in it and so he can actually talk and wave his arms around with impunity.

[chessturner]

I fail to see the use of having a serial killer's spirit in a doll. That sounds like it'd bring a lot of trouble.

[...]

Do you know how to do that? We could try to host our departed peers in dolls.

[matchbreaker]

Oh no, no, I don't have half the spiritual sense of the girl! But... then, I don't really know her motivations there. Eleven year olds can be so strange, you know?

[chessturner]

Yes, I think trapping spirits in dolls falls under the scope of 'strange'. I should consider myself lucky my daughter won't ever do such a thing -- because she can't do anything like that. Who knows if she would do it if she could.

[matchbreaker]

... Oh, that reminds me.

[ Elda is going to rummage in her notes again and she produces a certain drawing. One that she got from the vending machine earlier. She pulls it out and hangs it over for Kyrie. ]

That's you, right?

[chessturner]

...yes, that's...I recognize this drawing. [Kyrie takes the drawing, looking at it with an expression that is hard to read. Maybe it's because she's not the type to be gushy] My daughter, Rudolf and I. She made it not too long before I had to leave her to go to the island. I didn't think I'd see again something she made...thank you, Marker-san.

[Something cold flashes in her eyes while she puts the drawing in the pocket of her coat]

It's almost cruel you found this now and not earlier. After the latest memory, this is like rubbing salt on the wound. That vending machine sure is untimely...

[matchbreaker]

[ After the last memory, huh...? Elda glances down and then looks back up before putting her elbow against the counter.

The island. ]

Things went badly for you guys, I'm going to assume.

[chessturner]

Yes, it did. The island exploded and there's only one survivor -- one of my in-laws. It's a long story, and it's not fun to tell. Sorry.

[She sure is taking rather well the deaths of her husband and the son she wanted so much]

I think Ange will be well taken care of, but knowing who is likely to adopt her, my odds of seeing her again are pretty much zero. I'm all by myself and with nobody to have by my side. It's depressing.

[matchbreaker]

[ Exploded? Holy shit? ]

... A...ah? Can't you just go to her once we survive this?

[ She's not sure what to say, but. ]

[chessturner]

Not really. I pretty much relinquished any rights to Ange to her right before the one survivor killed me. By now she must be gone with her somewhere far away, there's nothing left for them where we lived.

[...]

If my birth family doesn't meddle first. More complicated stuff. It's better for Ange to be far away without leaving any clues behind.

[Even though Kyrie trusts Elda more than she trusts most people here, she's not willing to reveal the ugliest sides of her life and actions]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Um? ]

... I don't think I understand that, honestly. You're saying it's better for your daughter not to be with you, even if you have, obviously, survived?

[chessturner]

...when you put it like that I sound like the most insensitive mother in existence. No, that just won't do.

[Way to trap her with your expectations of Kyrie being a good parent]

You're right. I should see what I can do to get her back -- if I get out of here alive.

[matchbreaker]

Of course I'm right. No parent should abandon a child.

[ She hangs her head and... ]

I am sorry, about your son and your husband.

[ And yourself. ]