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

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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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[trustfellows]

[Kimblee is actually present in the first floor hallway; he's leaning back against the wall, arms folded idly as he picks at his sleeves a bit, his positioning generally casual - he doesn't seem tense or what have you, he's just kind of...here, and seeming decidedly less done with everything than he did at the meeting earlier, presumably because he's not surrounded by yelling and people setting things on fire.

It looks like Kimblee and Sigrun have been busy in here, given the amount of red paint that's visible on the walls through the scope; on one side of the hallway is a large painting of the World Tree, Yggdrasil, surrounded by depictions of the nine realms.

On the opposite side, however, against the wall shared with the ballroom, there's...well.

This.]

[destage]

[It takes a couple seconds--a couple seconds of looking around the room, before her eyes seem to come across the first painting, and...that actually looks beautiful as hell, she has to admit. It's when she shifts to look at the wall shared with the ballroom, and...it takes Sayaka a couple of seconds. A couple seconds of staring at the array in front of her, looking at it with awe--

It's when she sees the crucible in the center, the one she recognizes almost instantly, that her eyes widen and her hand goes to her mouth in complete shock.

That's when the rest seems to fall into place. She sees Terra, she sees the Sun, she sees Earth, she sees...she traces over where the circle is with her hand, keeping it from touching the wall--despite knowing full well that it won't be there without the scope, that if she touches it it's not like it's going to mess itself up, but...

...Goddammit, she's tearing up, isn't she? She's smiling like hell and she's tearing up like a goddamn idiot. She removes the scope for a moment to wipe her eyes a bit, before putting it back on and just...rushing back upstairs to the library to grab the board, before rushing back down and tracing a small message out with it. She fully expects he won't see, sure, but it'll put her at ease if she at least tries, so...

Thank you for showing me. It's amazing.

...She'll probably spend some time here with her own notebook to draw the circle for herself, so she can have it as a physical reminder.]