trustfell | Week 8.

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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[Once again, shortly after noon Jericho's voice can be heard over the public-address system; he sounds...distracted today, though. Not like he's upset about anything – it'll probably be a cold day in hell before that happens – but more like he's preoccupied. Lost in thought more than truly bothered by anything; kind of like he'd really prefer to be doing something else today rather than talking to all of you.

But he's here, and he's got a job to do, so he might as well do it.]

As always, foyer in ten. I've got something to talk about with you guys today.

[And likewise as always, it doesn't particularly matter if you go or not; he can be heard over the system regardless of wherever you are in the building. More of a formality than anything today, it seems.

Either way, though, it seems he's got a fair amount on his mind.]

From the sound of it, it seems like a bunch of you are determined to see this as some kind of redemption game. Maybe if you don't kill anyone here, that'll get rid of all those things you've done in the past; maybe if you don't give in to temptation, that'll magically make you a better person. Maybe it'll make you a good person. Or at least a person that's worth surviving this entire exercise.

Maybe I want to see how good a person you really are.

What if I were to tell you that your worlds are all at the brink of some sort of cataclysm? That there's something going on here that's larger than all of you combined – that the common thread among you guys is impending complete global annihilation? And sure, maybe you hate your worlds and wouldn't care if they went tits-up. But can you really decide that several billion lives are worth losing because you wanted to spare eleven?

I mean, shit. My world's a crapsack and I'm more of a fuckup than you guys, and I don't know if I could make that decision. So I'm not too sure that anyone looking to call this a fucking redemption could, either. But I've got the power to fix whatever the hell happened in your timeline. To spare your world, if you ask me to. But I'm only willing to do it once you've proven you're willing to sacrifice something.

I'm asking for a handful of lives that are entirely aware of the threat they're under, in exchange for billions who don't even know what's coming.

Kind of an easy choice, if you ask me.

Think about it for a while, though. Let yourself consider what it's worth to you. And I'll see you around at the end of the week, if not before.

Edited 2017-10-31 16:04 (UTC)

So this is as far as we'll go.

[Kyrie passes her hand over the wall where a staircase would have appeared. The wall is completely solid, it doesn't budge. Knocking on it hints there's nothing beyond. Thoughtful, she steps back and returns downstairs. Breakfasts need to be made.

Besides, there are other matters to think about, like her latest memory. Looks like Rudolf and she got rather far in their improvised plan. And then she died. A gunshot. She had missed a shot and accidentally spared one of her in-laws. How embarrassing! Rudolf was dead too. The plan failed.

What was more, she had no idea what happened to Battler. Maybe he was killed too, maybe not. She had no way to know. It was strange...she actually felt sorrow for Battler's potential death. Rudolf's death was...well it was troublesome. That's unfortunate. Her daughter, Ange...well it seemed she was an orphan now. Who knows what'd happen to her.

All in all, Kyrie was by herself again, with no ties at all, and by being in this hellish place, she has a chance to restart her life.

It's no surprise she appears quite cold this morning]

Here's your breakfast.

[Later, when she calmed down, she goes to the shooting range, practicing with a crossbow. There's something soothing about shooting. It's not a gun, but it's close enough. When someone enters she turns her head around and greets them with a rather strained smile]

I'm sorry if I was cold during breakfast time. I guess that's normal on Sundays, but that's no excuse, so I'd like to apologize.

[For the majority of Sunday, Rideaux remains in room 24. It's unlike him to forgo his routine, even if he had a dream that he didn't find very pleasant. That does not seem to be the case this week.

He makes two exceptions for emerging from his room. One is to make his way over to room 2, in which he slides a note for Sayaka under the door.]

I need my sunglasses back. Please bring them to my room.

- Rideaux

[Well, okay.

After he hears back from Sayaka, the other exception to leave his room is for food, so Rideaux can be found in the kitchen in very brief intervals. While he's there, he's wearing oversized sunglasses.

That's weird. Why bother wearing something like that inside?]

[Oh! Well, the note this morning definitely gets a bit of a glance, but Sayaka can do that much--she's kept them as she promised to keep them, even cleaning some smudges off of the handles of the glasses so they'd be nice and clean.

None the wiser, Sayaka goes over to Rideaux's door and knocks.]

Rideaux-san? It's Sayaka. I've got your sunglasses for you.

[ When Yuri wakes up, he stares up at the ceiling thoughtfully for a moment and then because he has promised to help out a little with something, he's getting up. He can be found in the hallways, rubbing at his eyes and stopping himself from walking into a wall on his way out, though.

Then, Yuri will head straight on into the dojo for keeping himself up with practice, because keeping in shape's always good.

He can be found in the game room briefly, looking at the set of things in here, probably thinking of roping someone into playing something with him. Anyone who comes on by gets a wave. ]

Hey, you up for doing something?

[ Later on, he can be located in library #2, looking for that cat. He is trying to be subtle about it but he's brought a blue orb with him and maybe it's shiny enough for it to play around with. ]

[ Yuri is very familiar with Rideaux's routine, and since today Sunday's not one of the days he's going to be sleeping in later due to promising he'd help out with breakfasts a bit, he's going to notice his absence from the usual.

Yuri is going to stop on by his room at some point and give it a knock. ]

Yo Rideaux, you in?

[ If anything, Yuri said he'd help Kyrie out with making breakfasts (at least on one day, he's decided), and he is a man of his word, even if this means he's rubbing at his eyes as he's coming in.

...Or maybe he's a little late, hm. ]

Mornin' Kyrie. You got everything all set out already?

[It takes Rideaux long enough to answer to cause some awkward standing around for Sayaka, but eventually the door cracks open. Weird. Why isn't he just opening the door all the way as usual?]

...Thank you.

[Well, it's definitely Rideaux, obviously. But his voice sounds kind of rough. Either way, he slides his hand through the small opening to retrieve the sunglasses.]

Yes. Let's get started.

[It seems she really is in a bad mood today, more than she had ever been in their stay here so far. She works without much care, making the quicker and most simple stuff she can think]

Have you noticed yet there's no new floor this time? There's nothing else to be found in this building.

[Is that what's eating her?]

[...You know, she was half hoping she'd get another memory back. Maybe it'd give her a clearer picture of what the rest of those kids in her class were like, but...

You know, Sayaka actually wakes up in a genuinely good mood, for once. Maybe it's everything she talked about last night, or just...finally coming to terms with something or other? But you know what, she's here for it.

Sayaka's actually going to be spending a portion of the day in the Art Studio, and it looks like she's playing with some stuff in here--it actually looks like she's got some pipe cleaners out, and tissue paper, and she appears to be cutting the paper into shapes that look similar enough to petals. And with a bit of messing around and tying them up (or gluing, there's probably some glue here), she's...making a little garden of her own, here.

Later on, though? Sayaka seems to be making Dinner...or, at least, looking for suggestions, if the way she beams when someone comes into the kitchen is any indication.]

Hey! I don't suppose you have any recipes you can think of? I could use something new to try and make.

[After that, though, Sayaka will retire to Room 2, looking like she's writing something with a smile on her face. She'll gladly see anyone who wants to see her, though!]

[ As she promised, she was better the next day. Even that memory won't change it - if that memory was triumphant, this one... well, this one is sort of like an afterpaty, with everything resolved and going well. But then there's that ending to it, and... Mm. The woman pushes past that and decides to simply start the day.

Well, start the day once more in an outfit that people have seen Aligula in before. Specifically, the witch-y dress/costume she made for the Halloween party.

So... first things first, let's just go to the vending machine. Having no idea how to face anyone, she's just going to put in coins and accept the results. She doesn't see anything immediately interesting to her, though some of it... is neat? The drawing sees her focusing on it a little too hard before she just makes to cart this all back to her room over a few trips. When she comes back out, Ditty is in her hands, and he'll be there the rest of the day.

Next she goes to Milla's Room (Room 12) ... more on a hunch than anything. Susan left notes and she found for herself Aligula didn't when she stole the clothes. Elda has no special attachment to Angel, but she's curious if the god left anything. And it seems, well, she did. "Win" "I have high hopes for your abilities." ]

... Every single one of them, huh.

[ She mutters that to herself before taking the note which was addressed to everyone and taping it on the fridge in the kitchen. Her only venture there of the day, but hey, everyone else eats. They'll see it there. She'll deliver Sayaka's little letter personally later.

She said she would be better (indomitable, as they saw fit to call her) today, but she's still not necessarily feeling her social best. In the end, after (with Ditty in hand) Elda makes it to the top floor to see if it goes any further (and then it doesn't) she settles into Library #2 for a lot of the rest of the day, playing with Ditty and possibly the cat. Anyone can run into her there until she tires of it, collects some blood in the infirmary, and heads on back to her room. ]

[ ... Yuri will take notice of that even if it's ass o'clock in the damn morning to him. He's going to be, as opposed to her quick work, moving at what is normal for making that sort of stuff. ]

Yeah, it doesn't look like there is.

[ Anyway...he can't help but asking since he's noticed she's off and he just sometimes just flat out asks these sort of things. ]

Something on your mind?

It's frustrating that there's nothing else to be found in this place. Usually you'd think that'd mean the end of this nonsense, but despite that, we're still here and there aren't any other changes.

[Yeah, she was expecting new rooms or something, not a complete dead end]

[...Maybe he went back to sleep? Or maybe she hallucinated the entire note? That probably wouldn't happen but that's taking quite an--oh.

...Oh.

That doesn't go unregistered by Sayaka, honestly--she doesn't make to move the sunglasses away from him or anything, letting him get to them easily once he speaks up.]

Of course. Is there anything else I can get for you...?

[Sayaka's tone is laced with concern, even if she can't see the man's face--that tone is very concerning.]

[woof. Okay. Waking up to those kinds of memories every Sunday morning has gotten old, especially since that... wasn't quite as predictably bad as he'd been hoping. It was, in fact, a little worse, actually.

So he... ends up reading Susan's letter at breakfast in the dining hall, pondering a bit. His breakfast isn't gonna get too cold, but he's eating it more slowly than usual.]

...maybe I shouldn't overcomplicate things, but it's a little harder than that.

[...hm. But she is right, though. It's not like he had anyone back home that he was open with, right? Hm. Maybe he'll... just try to do social things today, after he checks out the new...

Oh. Okay. He was hoping for a distraction, but apparently not. Hm. Well.

TIME TO THROW SOME DARTS. He's not going with any of the petty stuff as he does some dart throwin' in the billiards room, because quite frankly, he's just looking to have some fun and work off steam. He's definitely up to play anyone if they wanna give it a go, but... looking at how close a lot of his hits are to the bullseye, it looks like he's actually pretty good, accuracy-wise. So hey, maybe he'll steamroll you... or maybe he'll be a fun challenge. Who knows?]

[He is in! It just takes him longer than necessary to answer the door.

When he does open up, it's not all the way. Just a crack so Yuri can hear his voice through it. He doesn't sound very good.]

What is it, Yuri?

["Living heroes are better." "We have you for that."

She wakes up with tears in her eyes again, and she stays that way for a while. It's not... It isn't what she thought, not at all, but it's a far cry from what she wanted. It carries a sting with it once more, and it takes her a while to collect herself enough to leave her room.

When she does come out, she‘s holding a few sheets of paper in her hands, and it’ll become clear why once she reaches the dining hall. She’s setting up portraits of the deceased (except for Susan; she leaves that task to someone else) in the same spot that Susan used to put them. They aren’t drawn in the same style, but... Some things can’t be replaced. They can only be carried on by different hands.

Most of the day after that is spent in the sewing room, though she’s embroidering rather than making any kind of clothing. She seems distracted when compared to her usual manner, a fact made clear by the noise of discomfort she makes when she accidentally pricks her finger with a needle.]

How clumsy...

Edited 2017-10-29 19:49 (UTC)

[Once the sunglasses get inside, Sayaka might hear a clink! as they get carelessly tossed onto presumably his desk.

...well then. It only gets worse when he practically almost cuts Sayaka off next.]

No.

[...

Shortly after, he sighs from beyond the door.]

That was unnecessary. I am not feeling well, and... [Nnngh.] Not in the physical sense.

[...You know, she was fully prepared to take that at face value, practically turning on her heel to leave, but...

That second bit gets a tiny bit more concern than the first. Sayaka doesn't say anything for a few moments, seeming to give some genuine contemplation to the matter before speaking up again.]

...If you would like an ear, I would not mind providing. Or...just passing notes through the door or something. But...I will leave you be, if you want to be left alone.

[Her tone's calm, but without any sort of hardness to it. A little guarded, but still intended to be somewhat soothing.]

[Well, she was honestly just going to take a look through the room--the smile she gives Yuri is a bit brighter when she enters the room, and she'll give him a wave.]

Of course! What do you have in mind, Yuri-san?

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Week 8.

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Room 24

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Game Room