Week 9.

[trustfellows]

WEEK 9 With another death to the timer and another double murder - accidental though that last part may have been - your numbers have been cut even further. Hibiki Ganaha, Sayaka Maizono, Alex, and Kyrie Ushiromiya are all dead, bringing those left alive from twelve down to eight. It's almost hard to believe this started with thirty-five people. There are so few of you now. 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... It seems that the pattern from last week is holding; there is no new floor to occupy yourselves with. It doesn't seem much else has changed, either - leading to questions that are uncomfortable but must be confronted. Namely, where do you go from here? Is there anything you can do? PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 8

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY | SATURDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week nine 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

[bloodisthicker]

[There's a significant delay before another note gets slipped back. The handwriting is... messier than usual.]

yes

[perpend]

[That's fine, that's perfectly fine. They've all been through too much, now.

Tarrlok will hear a knock at his door several minutes later.]

I have your tea.

[bloodisthicker]

[...yeah, okay, he opens up his door and wow does he ever look like shit. uh. yeah.]

...thanks.

[perpend]

[...Man he does not look good. Cabanela can't mask his concern.]

...have you eaten?

[bloodisthicker]

...I haven't really been hungry today.

[like. maybe he should, but.......]

[perpend]

One of those days, huh...?

[He's no fool; he knows it's something Tarrlok remembered, but like hell is he going to ask about it.]

I'm not a great cook, but I could make chicken noodle soup again.

[bloodisthicker]

...well, that was pretty decent. I guess that would be fine, if you don't have a problem with it.

[perpend]

Certainly!

Would you like to come with?

[bloodisthicker]

...

...

...

I haven't showered all day, so...

[perpend]

...I see. I'll bring it to you, then.

[It's really not like he's going to say anything regardless.]

....If you need anything else, before I go....

[bloodisthicker]

No, that'll be fine. Just... be careful with that, I suppose.

[MAYBE... HE SHOULD GET A SHOWER, ACTUALLY...]

[perpend]

...Well, in that case. Take care. I shouldn't be too long.

[bloodisthicker]

Don't feel like you have to rush.

[BECAUSE HE'S GOING TO TAKE A SHOWER]

[perpend]

Of course.

[Take your time, take your time! He's going to be cooking the soup slowly, so he doesn't interrupt Tarrlok. So it'll be a good thirty minutes later or so before he returns to the room, bowl of soup in hand, knocking on the door.]

[bloodisthicker]

[phew. okay. he managed a shower, so while he is soggy when he opens the door, he at least looks a little refreshed.]

Alright. I'm good.

[perpend]

Glad to hear it.

[Because oof, whatever he remembered must have been a doozy.

He offers the soup to Tarrlok, even if his smile is a little fixed.]

[bloodisthicker]

[He takes it, clears a place on his desk, and sits down to start on it.]

You can come in again, if you'd like.

[perpend]

[He'll come in, then, smiling and looking like he's doing his best to keep the mood up all by himself.]

Felling any better?

[bloodisthicker]

...

A bit, yes.

[he attempts a smile. it's an attempt.]

[perpend]

[The attempt is what matters!]

We don't have many opportunities here to calm our minds.

Both from what's happened here and what happened at home.

[bloodisthicker]

...yes. If it's not one thing, it's the other, and it's usually both.

[perpend]

That's certainly true.

It's bizarre for us to have lost our memories in the first place, and the fact that we did in the first place...

[Well. None of the implications are all unsettling.]

[bloodisthicker]

It's hard to say it would be better if I remembered everything from the start, but... well. Who knows.

[perpend]

....for a number of us, I'm sure it wouldn't have made the situation good.

[bloodisthicker]

No. It really wouldn't have.

...

I imagine some of their little incentives wouldn't actually work that well, though.