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!]

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Bar

[heritrix]

[Rin is also, unfortunately, in the bar tonight. Probably leaning in, like, way too close over Alex's shoulder with a little gasp when she hears the static.]

Is that them?

[sleepytimegal]

Yeek! [ Just the littlest possible yelp, and the static...fluctuates a little. ] H-hi Rin, little ninja there, aren't ya? Yes, uh... Yeah, that's the best I can get.

[heritrix]

Hmmm?

[Stroking her chin, she leans in. Since this is the same night as her own drinking adventures, it's a miracle she's not falling over honestly.]

They can't do the swingy tunes anymore?

[sleepytimegal]

[ ...Oh god. Oh god, Rin, how drunk are you? Oh Rin... Please sit down. ]

They're trying to "conserve their energy," the saps. ...Really I'm trying to get actual words.

[heritrix]

[It's all because she decided to experiment outside of brandy, okay, there may have been a comedy of errors regarding what proof means.]

Just have them use morse code, then. It's not hard.

[She's continuing to stare intensely at the radio, as if waiting for it to make a sound. It was nice that time, the static didn't seem to hurt Alex's head at all!]

[sleepytimegal]

It's not like I can just tell them what to do and they'll do it, they're being difficult.

[heritrix]

[...she's snickering, tbh.]

Oh no. It's teenage rebellion.

[sleepytimegal]

They were born like, almost a hundred years ago! They can't have teenage rebellion! That's my thing!!

[heritrix]

It was your thing. [Her voice is sing-song.] Now you're mothering ninety-seven ghosties who won't do their homework~!

[sleepytimegal]

No!! [ She gasps. ] I refuse! I refuse to let this be my fate!!

[heritrix]

I-It's too late! [Giggling.] Your glory days sticking it to the man are gone...!

[This is the point Rin's going to break out into uproarious laughter, and really truly fall over because she's laughing so hard.]

[sleepytimegal]

N- ...oh, Rin, uh... You okay down there?

[ How drunk...are you honey... Alex slips off her chair. ]

[heritrix]

[I mean, if she were sober, she'd probably be embarrassed to be seen like this. Probably? IT'S HARD TO SAY. She's having a good time, and when Rin's having a good time she doesn't care much how she looks. She's smiling right up at Alex, and then pulling herself into a sitting position.]

Say, say. Maybe if you want them to talk, you just need to ask them the right questions? Liiiiike... Ask them their opinions on all of us!

[sleepytimegal]

[ She is absolutely wasted. This is...phenomenal, honestly, what a different side of her. That's... Alex actually laughs a little. ]

I don't think you'd want ninety-seven ghosts' thoughts on everyone in this building.

[heritrix]

You said they tend to agree, though. So it wouldn't even be 97x12, but just 12 in general. Oh, oh wait no, 11. Because we already know they think of you as their mom.

[sleepytimegal]

I'm not their mom!

[heritrix]

[Oh no.]

Alex... [God, she's laughing so hard all over again.] Alex, I'm gonna die!

[HER RIBS HURT.]

[sleepytimegal]

Don't! I'm not gettin' tried for death by laughter, missy!!

[heritrix]

[Snerk. Between giggles, Rin tries to deepen her voice to more closely resemble a man's.]

Good night, Sub Sandwich.

[sleepytimegal]

RIN...!

[ And now it's time to grab Rin by her shoulders and shake. ]

[heritrix]

[asdfghj, okay that was fun, but after some shaking Rin (still smiling) is going to motion for Alex to take it easy.]

Ahh, hold on, hold on... [Snicker. Ohhh, it would probably help if she caught her breath.] Dizzy.

[sleepytimegal]

[ Fine. Fine! She won't abuse the poor drunk mage, hmph! Alex stops but...doesn't take her hands off Rin's shoulders, mostly to try and steady her. ]

That's what you get. [ Hmph!! ] How much did you even drink?

[heritrix]

[HMMMM.]

Not a lot.

[...Yeah!]

[sleepytimegal]

Uh-huh. And I'm a natural teal.

[heritrix]

Because of the ghosts? Ohhhh, Alex, I'm so sorry. I never knew.

[Do... Do you want to just check the bottle, Alex, it's right up there on the counter still, along with some glasses.]