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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Just now!

[ She said with a smile!! SMILE!! ]

Ninja vampire...

[ SIGH. ]

Well, I wouldn't be much of a good hunter if I couldn't move quietly.

[ She takes the steps over to the thing though, tapping on it with the syringe. ]

How'd this get here?

Hell if I know. I was just comin' to play with the cat, and look, a memory from home! Urgh.

... Well it didn't come from the vending machine, I'm the only one who could've lugged it up here, probably.

[ I mean she says that, but even she probably couldn't lug this at her current strength. She pokes it a few more times. ]

I didn't get any note or anything like that 'bout it, either...

[ A moment. ]

Could you really break it open?

Well, I'm strong and I can sure try?

[ She's sort of everblooming confident, so. ]

...Just like...try to pull it, a little, maybe.

[ SHE WANTS TO SEE WHAT'S INSIDE... ]

[ .... Okay! Time to try! To yank it! ]

[ Okay so how much HAS Elda been nerfed? ...Could she conceivably pull this thing open, is the question. ]

[ I mean that depends a lot on if it's locked or jammed. She's about strong enough to throw a grown man over her shoulder and judo throw them. So pretty much a strong as if she were 30-40 lbs of muscles heavier but not particularly supernaturally terrifying. ]

[ well TO PREVENT THIS FROM BEING A PARADOX HONESTLY since rin's said she can't get the dang thing open at the trial, that is...unfortunately not enough to pry it open!

...unnaturally locked armoire and shit, smh ]

... I'm gonna get a hammer or something.

[ Because wow, that sure is jammed??? ]

Ugghhh it's probably empty to begin with!

[ Throws her hands in the air ]

Stupid thing.

[ . . .

Kicks it, the way she does Fern's podium. On the plus side, it might have scooted a tiny bit? ]

Ugh. I'll...ask about it, I guess...and then we can take a hammer to it.

Ask Hilda, huh? You talk with her?

[ but she nods all the same, fair enough. ... That hurt her foot, she shakes it, and then fixes her syringe back in hand. ]

Uh... [ Hm. ] Actually, no. I...keep wanting to go, but it's... It'd be a lot of uncomfortable and awkward questions to start out with, I know me, and sometimes you just wanna skip past those.

Yeah? Then I'll ask for you. I'll tell you what she has to say by tomorrow at latest.

[ Haha, and tomorrow's their deadline.

What a silly promise. She seems to consider that a moment and shakes her head to dismiss it. ]