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

[chessturner]

No, I guess it didn't, but it did give Marker-san this.

[She takes out of her pocket a childish drawing. That sure is a crayon drawing of a little redheaded girl and two adults, unmistakably Kyrie and Rudolf. Kyrie seems content while showing the drawing]

[sleepytimegal]

Oh... Oh, that's lovely.

[ She smiles lightly. ]

Quite the artist for a six-year-old. [ She's teasing, just a little, but... ] ...I'm sure you must miss her terribly.

[chessturner]

I do. She must be feeling so alone back at home...I have to return soon. For her sake.

[Speaking of returning...Kyrie looks in direction of where new stairs would usually be at]

Do you think the fact there's no new floor now means this all will finally be over?

[sleepytimegal]

[ Mm... She understands it, her mom must be... Ah. ]

Um... I don't know. I... I hope so, but since we still don't really know the point of all this, it's hard to tell.

[chessturner]

...

[So this is the end. No more floors, no more rooms...all they have is a bare wall now. She sighs]

Let's find that cat. I feel in the mood of watching that thing play around.

[Maybe because they're currently the Coordinators' plaything, so her mind immediately went to that. Yeah, she's getting a bit grim]

[sleepytimegal]

...Yeah, okay. Me too, I think.

[ If only she could say something to help Kyrie feel better... "Chin up!" isn't the right thing. But... ]

Whatever happens- um... I think this is definitely...a turning point. It's a break in the pattern, isn't it?