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]

Are you sure? It looks like it even has a tuner of some sort on the front.

[sleepytimegal]

Positive! Absolutely positive, tuning's...bad. Just leave it on this station, here.

[notaccurate]

Well, if you are certain...

[He is very suspicious though. He won't touch it, but he is definitely giving Alex a Look.]

[sleepytimegal]

[ With a sheepish smile, Alex removes her hand from the radio and clears her throat, taking a little drink. ]

Yeah! Yeah. Sooo, uh...what brings you here tonight, just...casual bar-going?

[notaccurate]

What else? The liquor, of course.

[sleepytimegal]

That kinda day, huh?

[notaccurate]

Extremely so.

[Speaking of which, he's grabbing a bottle now.]

I wonder if I am the only one here who would rather not go back home after we escape.

[sleepytimegal]

...That bad, huh? Woof. I do know for a fact you aren't. Sayaka wants to go home with Elda, and...well, Angel didn't particularly want to go back either.

[notaccurate]

Mmm, yes, I had heard about that.

[The Sayaka one at least.]

It would be nice, to go to someone else's world. I feel like it would be impolite to just ask someone to go with them, though.

[sleepytimegal]

Well, what about someone you're close to? We've all got...someone like that, don't we? Someone to confide in?

[notaccurate]

[He's friends with people, sure. But who could he ask that of? Elda's going to have her hands full taking care of Sayaka, and Sayaka isn't going to her own world anyway. Rin might agree to it, but she is also a teenage girl and that could get a little weird. And Yuri...]

Perhaps, but I would hate to impose on someone.

[sleepytimegal]

Well, if they're your friend, it wouldn't really be "imposing," would it? [ Sip of beer. ] No one would want you to go back somewhere you didn't wanna.