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!]

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SUNDAY

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MONDAY

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TUESDAY

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WEDNESDAY

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THURSDAY

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ANNOUNCEMENT.

[trustbound]

[Shortly after noon on Tuesday, Jericho's voice can be heard over the public-address system; he seems a little distracted again, but it's nothing that's going to keep him from...well, being here and making something of a nuisance of himself, apparently.]

Hey, guys. As always, foyer in ten; I've got something to discuss with you. Don't worry, I promise you're going to like it this time! Probably. I guess.

[Well, that sounds promising.

Either way, though, once the ten minutes have passed he'll start again; it isn't like it matters if you show up, given that he can be heard throughout the building, but it's generally a good thing to at least put in an appearance, you know?]

So like I said last weekend, you've taken out four out of four – or, well, I guess the dead people have, and two of them took themselves out, but you know what, who's counting. The point is that they're dead, that's pretty universally a good thing, and since you guys have been playing along for the past two months, I'm gonna give you something for it.

First of all, your timer's been turned off. Don't get me wrong, the exercise is still on – we're not calling that off anytime soon – and if you guys stall for the next two months or something we're going to turn it back on again. But for now, no pressure for a while, take things at your own pace.

Second...well, that depends on how well you guys do this week, I guess. You'll get more details on that once we see how you're going.

Either way, hopefully you guys are having an all right week. Just keep on doing what you've been doing – there are only eight of you guys, it's not like finishing this is going to be hard if you're determined enough.

[bloodisthicker]

["It will be just like the good old days."

...

Tarrlok does not leave his room on Sunday.]

[bloodbiter]

["‘Come with me,’ he said. ‘Come with me to battle, my love. Stay with me when battle is done. Laugh with me, and walk with me.'"

For the third week in a row, there are tears in her eyes when she wakes up, but this time it's a different emotion that's prompted them. It's incredibly bittersweet, there are so many things she still wishes were different, but... For the first time in weeks, she can honestly say that she feels happy, even full of hope, despite everything that's happened.

All day, after emerging from her room, her demeanor seems cheerful, a calm and confident air around her. While making breakfast in the kitchen in the morning, she can even be heard humming under her breath, a smile on her face. After that, she heads to the art studio, and spends most of the day inside, sketching a variety of subjects. Most of them are landscapes, but there are portraits as well (including drawings of the people who passed away recently). When she's done, she takes those to the dining hall, setting them near the candles.

Towards the evening, she retires to her room and spends the evening there.]

"investigation"

[matchbreaker]

[ ... She finally had those two years back.

Elda has no idea how to feel about this other than sad about the finality of it. And in the context of both what she promised Kyrie and the outcome of various incentives before now and their fallout, the woman can't help but just feel even more remorseful. She hangs her head and finishes brushing her hair to set out for the day.

She puts on the Silph Scope and dutifully heads to library #1 around three to see if there's any messages there, like she had asked them to do. Honestly, she doesn't really expect anything, so then just sort of lingers there with the goggles on for a while before heading to her room and then to the third floor women's bathroom where she's going to be using her lighter to burn short little letters she's writing and then immolating in the sink so that she can then put out any greater fires immediately. She's still curious about that fireball, even if she doubts this'll do anything.

But once she's had her fill of writing and burning into the void, Elda's going to the Dining Room with a sketchbook in hand, and she's... Drawing a general layout of the building that they're in now? It's by hand and memory, so it's obviously not exact, but she's sure doing that. Maybe someone else did it before now, but. Here she is.

... She made a promise, she has to at least try to be more useful than she actually feels now, after that memory. Notably she's doing all this while wearing on of Aligula's lolita dresses still and hugging a dirty, ripped teddy bear close to her chest or near her side. So. Yeah. ]

[trustfellows]

[Actually, Elda.

You've got quite a few things to look at, spread out on one of the tables.]

Investigation x2... Sorta...

[heritrix]

[When Rin opens her eyes, she swears she can still feel the breeze in her hair, and Shirou's hand warm in hers. "Let's go home," he said, in the wake of their greatest battle. Their victory, bittersweet and so bright. Her Holy Grail War has come to an end. She made the right choice after all, not acting last week. If she had, maybe she'd be home with him right now, but it would never sit right with her how she got back to him. Somehow, some way, she'll find her own way back to him.

"I have my answer. Don't you worry, Tohsaka. I'll try my best from now on, too."

Within the golden sunrise, the smile Archer had was like that of the boy's. The promise she made that let him smile like that; she's having a hard time keeping it than she expected. To answer the trust Archer put in her, and to see Shirou again; to get the seven people still alive with her through this, she'll try her hardest too.

To start, she'll be going around today wearing the second pair of silph scopes she borrowed from Elda, and looking a bit silly for it. While she's probably seeing a few of their friends on the other side, she's not actively looking for them, however! Instead, Rin is heading up to the third floor to look around both of the secret doors in the game room as well as that weird panel Susan found in the billiards hall with the googles. Maybe it'll be a bust, maybe the goggles will reveal something strange about them, who knows. Depending on how successful or unsuccessful it is, she might check out other rooms.

She's also got that stupid, indestructible box with her? MAYBE IF IT'S CLOSE TO THE OTHER DUMB INDESTRUCTIBLE THINGS, THERE'LL BE A REACTION.

After all of this is done, still with the goggles, she's going to head back to the dormitories and stop by Alex's room. She took her key, after all. This is technically a second investigation that might branch away from here, but doesn't need to go particularly in-depth. Rin's checking to see if Alex's ninety-seven hitchhikers disappeared with her or not, so if I could just get a yay or a nay there that'd be swell.

While she's in Alex's room, she ends up finding something else. Letters. There's one for everyone, and Rin will dutifully deliver each of these, however you'd like to assume. Either in passing in the halls or slipped discretely under your door. Rin doesn't let herself read her own yet.

...You know, there are even letters for the dead, so Rin finds herself delivering those too. Kyrie and Sayaka each get an envelope slipped under their doors, even though there's no longer anyone inside. And Hibiki's... Rin's surprised to find Hibiki's room is open when she gets to it. She goes inside.

...She's in there a long time.

When Rin finally exits, roaming in the hallways back to her room, the expression on her face is shellshocked. There's a thick stack of papers in her hands and her mouth is slightly twisted, like she's either about to laugh or about to cry. It would probably be good if she focused on what she was doing, because she bumps her elbow on a wall when rounding a corner, and the papers end up scattered across the ground everywhere, and photos too that look like Chie's. Rin curses under her breath and drops down to her knees to gather them back up. Little help?]

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh.

... So like for the record are these ghost letters she can only see with the scope/can't pick up, or are they physical on her end too? ]

[hesperos]

[ Sunday is definitely a thing.

Yuri doesn't intimately know Tarrlok's routine like uh...he knows of some people's. However, with a presence like Tarrlok's (he's a big guy), and the fact that he's absent throughout the entirety of the day to the point where he doesn't see the guy anywhere, it dawns on him that the guy might have some shit going on.

He'll slip on by sometime towards the evening and give the door a test knock. If there's no answer, he figures he might just write up something and slip it under. ]

[trustfellows]

[Ghost letters! Scope-only, sorry Elda.]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Huh.

Well then she'll be recording them on her own notebook (t least the ones not addressed to her), spending time to get them perfectly constructed for everyone. She'll direct the appropriate people here herself, of course, but ... yeah.

That said, that does give her a new thing to write on her own letters she's intending to burn in the bathroom. It means the first one is going to be "RECEIVED YOUR LETTERS, SUNDAY" ]

dining room;

[hesperos]

Yo, Elda. Up to something?

[ What're you working on, friend. He's just come into the room so he can't see exactly what it is just yet. ]

[matchbreaker]

i'm making a map of the building, marking off what we've found in each room, see if there's something to it, maybe even things we've missed.

[ Or something. ]

[hesperos]

Huh. And also keeping note of the rooms we haven't searched yet? If you are, there's the music room, along with a few others probably, but that's just the first I thought of.

[ Which he is thinking of taking a look into, because maybe there's another key lying around somewhere or something. ]

art studio

[notaccurate]

[This isn't one of Luca's usual hangout spots, but he is actually there for a reason today.

He has gathered up some paper and a couple pencils before he finally notices Adelina there.]

Ah, hello. My apologies, I didn't see you there.

[matchbreaker]

Oh, you know for sure no one's been there?

[ She'll circle it in red, then. ]

[heritrix]

[We have so many threads already, I know, but /rolls the fuck in here anyway!!

It's probably getting close to evening when Rin stops by; she stopped by Alex's room next door and found the letters she left for everyone. Originally she was just intending to slip Tarrlok's under his door, but as she crouched down to do a thought occurred to her: has she seen him at all today?

Looking at the letter in her hands, Rin frowns and straightens up, knocking on the door a moment later.]

Tarrlok. Are you in?

[perpend]

[Eventually, Tarrlok will hear a knock on his door. Cabanela doubts he's the first person to do this today, but he will see a note slide under his door eventually.

Do you want some tea?]

[bloodbiter]

[She glances away from her work for a moment to offer him a smile, shaking her head.]

No apologies necessary. May I ask what you are working on?

[notaccurate]

I haven't decided yet, to be honest.

[He sounds a little apprehensive about it, even.]

How about you?

[bloodbiter]

If you need help deciding, I would be glad to give an opinion.

[But she looks down at her barely begun sketch as he asks that, her smile growing more fond.]

A drawing of my husband.

[#just medieval things]