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

[matchbreaker]

[ . . .

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

[sleepytimegal]

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

[matchbreaker]

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. ]

[sleepytimegal]

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.

[matchbreaker]

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. ]

[sleepytimegal]

...Oh, okay. [ Cool, then, avoidance! ] Thank you.

[matchbreaker]

It's fine, I know she's difficult to talk to.

[ And yet she keeps doing that. Head shake. ]

[sleepytimegal]

What do you even talk about?

[matchbreaker]

This and that. Queen? Her sister, her job... I'm not sure I particularly like her all that much if I'm honest.

[sleepytimegal]

[ Okay "her sister" there's an important point, but. ]

Queen? ...Like, the band?

[matchbreaker]

Yes.

... Eesh, they're actually well known, aren't they?

[sleepytimegal]

Like...monumentally.

[matchbreaker]

Do you think they're the best of all time too?

[sleepytimegal]

Uhh... They're good, but they're not entirely my style, so...naw.

[matchbreaker]

I get the vibe that's about where Hilda's at with them. [ She shrugs again, glancing around the library ] Her sister loved them, though.

[sleepytimegal]

...Oh. [ Back at the uncomfortable subject!! ] What'd... What's she say about her? Alena.

[matchbreaker]

Honestly, not all that much. She's understandably close to the chest about her.

[ Though something is clear from Elda's wording and tone - it's actually, albeit hesitantly, sympathetic. ]

[sleepytimegal]

...What do you think about what she says? Your...reading on their relationship.

[matchbreaker]

She's content for us to think she didn't care about her. But if you asked me, she does. I'm not sure what's so important about this job she followed it to the letter, but ... well, both are true.

[sleepytimegal]

...I really should talk to her... I wish I understood.

[matchbreaker]

There's likely no need. She certainly doesn't care if you do or not.

[sleepytimegal]

Yeah, but I care. Like... If we understood her better, wouldn't it be easier to figure a way out of here?

[matchbreaker]

[ Exhale and then Elda reaches a hand out to pat Alex on the head. ]

You can leave me to that, don't worry.

[sleepytimegal]

[ Oh! ...Oh, it's a normal head pat, that's...nice, actually. ]

Uh... Well, I still wanna try. [ but, you know, thank you ]

[matchbreaker]

[ I mean Elda's shorter than her so she needed to reach for it but hey, that's normal.

... But okay, whatevs. That's fine. As long as they had the moment. ]