trustfell | Week 8.

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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Oh.

[look. he didn't get to be where he is now without being a little perceptive.

and without being the sort of person who can't really suppress some kind of cheshire grin when this kind of situation arises.]

I see you've got me beat in one area.

[Can she melt into the floor??]

So what?? [Prickling like a cactus over here.] You probably have me beat in old lady evictions!

Oh, come now. Nothing wrong with a little harmless teenage romantic drama. We all go through it, after all.

I don't want a love triangle.

[Rin—she's doing something with her hand. It's not a wave, she's just slowly sweeping it through the air, like it's a broom to dismiss that thought. Under a rug it goes. Sweep it into the closet!]

My quota for relationship drama is already full for the year, thank you.

All joking aside... that's pretty rough. If literally nothing else, at least you don't have to deal with it directly here.

[Mrrr.... She slumps over on the bar here, drawing figure eights into the table with her finger.]

Am I a jerk if I put it off for too long when I get home, though...? [Because of course she will. There's not even a maybe tossed in there.] I planned to avoid it, and I'll be pretty busy with the aftermath of the Holy Grail War, and keeping the Mage's association from executing me or murdering my whole town... But maybe I should sort things out with her? I didn't mean to fall for the same guy she liked.

[...SOME OF THOSE THINGS SOUNDED LIKE A BIGGER PRIORITY THAN THE OTHER.]

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Well. I think you should avert certain deaths before you work things out, but once that's done, you should... go ahead and do that.

That's a good plan. It could have been my plan. [Grin.] Hee. You say smart things sometimes, Tarrlok.

It's definitely rare, but I do occasionally have good ideas.

[Her figure eights end with her bumping her finger against her pendant. Oh, she's going to pick that up to hold instead.]

Yeah. [She nods adamantly.] The cardboard box thing was great! The library cat loves it.