Week 4.

[trustmods]

WEEK 4 Ashley Williams and Asuka Langley Shikinami have joined the ranks of the deceased. Two more deaths, two more people whose absences will be felt by the group; a bit over one-fifth of the Participants are dead. And this week, it seems everyone is feeling it. They say three times can be considered a routine, and the fourth week of the exercise isn't breaking pattern any. Saturday can be given to rest and sleep; on Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock. There are no more bodies, no more bloodstains; there's nothing else to be found this morning. Unless, of course, you count whatever you found last night, strange dreams or otherwise. Once again, there's a new floor to explore; after everything that trial decided to be yesterday, you deserve the reward. And for the second time, there are rule changes, effective immediately. You might want to take note of them. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 23

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week four of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains as well!

The Letters and Switchboard posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

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[charcoalfeather]

[Apart from the Hot Pot that was happening today, there didn't seem to be much of note going on. Just another melancholic day in this terrible school. It wouldn't have bothered Rakka so much, if it didn't seem so quiet...

While Rakka wasn't doing much besides the Hot Pot, she did wander over to the Vending machine, a handful of coins in her hands. You may hear her freaking out a little over her gains. That... that is totally a knife she just dropped and hopped away from.

And after whatever that was, she drifts not towards the other floors, but to the Ballroom. Where she could be found, sitting at the piano, gaze turned down to the keys. She obviously doesn't know how to play it, seeing as how there's no proper melody being produced. But that doesn't seem to matter to her anyways.

"Inside my mind, there's a beautiful cup. A very beautiful, clear cup. And tiny drops kept falling into it, 'drip, drip, drip', slowly but steadily, everyday."

Plink, plink, plink. She curiously presses a few more keys, producing a loose tune. Seems she's getting closer to... something bearable. Hopefully.]

ballroom

[decrees]

[The ballroom isn't one of Logan's usual haunts, even though there is a piano and it is a nice one. Thankfully it wasn't broken during Undyne's and Byakuren's fight, but... well. Two bodies have been found in the ballroom. It's a bit much.

The sound of the piano is what draws him in, and for a moment Logan watches Rakka play. He finally approaches and speaks up so she knows he's here.]

Have you played before, Rakka?

[charcoalfeather]

[Thank goodness the piano wasn't broken, right? It merely had the scars of a fatal battle between two good people on it. Not the nicest memory, no doubt about that. Ugh.

She doesn't hear him, not at first. Truthfully, Rakka hadn't expected anyone to wander in on her life this, or maybe she just hadn't thought of the possibility. Either way, there was a small amount of surprise - normal for her - as Logan spoke up, and she quickly looked over her shoulder at him.]

L-logan! [Her gaze drifted from him to the piano again. Slowly, she shook her head.]

N-no. I've never played before, but... I've heard a few other people playing it before.

[She looked back at him with a tiny smile.]

[decrees]

...Move over, I can attempt to teach you a little bit.

[He's never been patient enough to be a good teacher, but he has nothing better to do. Besides, the piano is one of the few nice things they have, so Rakka should get to enjoy it as much as possible.]

[charcoalfeather]

Huh? You will?

[...Well, what has she really go to lose anyways? She had simply decided to sit there and halfheartedly mope for a while; getting a piano lesson out of it was a much better way to spend her time!

As long as he's offering, she'll politely scoot her butt to the side of the piano bench.]

Okay.

[decrees]

Of course. This is the position you should start with...

[He'll hold his hands over the keys where he wants Rakka to copy him. And then we can handwave this because it's been years since I touched a piano, whoops.]

[charcoalfeather]

Ooooh!

[And she'll just try and copy where his hands are. Where are they? Who knows, because I can't piano. But whatever it is, she seems to get the general gist of this part.]

[decrees]

[Good job, Rakka! He'll teach her the basics, focusing on the right hand since that's usually where the melody is. By the end of it she'll probably be able to play something very simple with like, three keys. But hey, it's a start!]

[charcoalfeather]

[There's.... a certain level of Trying going into this, for the both of them. Rakka especially, considering her particular lack of skills towards musical instruments (and other things).

There's a small bit of difficulty in getting the hang of using her right hand more for the melody, but that's the only major problem. By the end of it, those three keys are being played! And it's not too bad even if it's just three keys.]

Ha... I'm doing it!

[decrees]

You're doing very well. Now if you add these chords with your left hand...

[look at all of this handwaved teaching

but hey, at least you're doing something!]

[charcoalfeather]

[SO MUCH HANDWAVING... to the tune of nice piano music, most likely.

Their social link is going up, it's fine. And Rakka's getting something out of this.]

With my left... ah!

[Ah, that was a sour note. Hmm, let her try again....]

[decrees]

You want this one.

[Logan presses the note in example, playing the part for her again.]

You'll get it eventually.

[charcoalfeather]

Aah... right!

[Rakka presses that key, and the others in succession, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth; the universal sign of concentration.]

Vending Machine

[ninehundredlives]

Another knife?

[This is...not the first time Susan's found someone here under these exact circumstances, honestly.]

[charcoalfeather]

Eep! [Another jolt! Try to announce yourself a little better, Susan.]

Umm, it's the first one the machine has ever given me.

[ninehundredlives]

It gave Hibiki one before. A different kind than that.

[Susan walks over to pick it up.] This is a big one, isn't it...

[charcoalfeather]

Hibiki? But that's terrible! [WHY IS THIS MACHINE SPITTING KNIVES AT THE SMALL GIRLS.]

...Yeah, it's really big. [She eyes it a bit while Susan picks it up. Certainly not the first thing Rakka wanted.] And... probably really sharp.

[ninehundredlives]

Probably.

[She's not really going to check here.] Are you going to keep it? Hibiki didn't want hers, but...that was a while ago.

[Before regular murder was a Thing.]

[charcoalfeather]

[It would be better if they never had to check.]

I... [She gives Susan a tiny shrug.] I-I never thought it would give me something like that.

[Judging by the look on her face, she doesn't want to need it.]

And, I've never used a knife like that.

[ninehundredlives]

It's been giving out all sorts of things. At least the poison seems to have stopped.

[Susan almost doesn't say anything...but then she thinks of Ashley, and the little pair of scissors she'd had clutched so tight in her hand.]

What about a smaller one?

[charcoalfeather]

Poison...? [yikes.]

A smaller one? [Considering that she would probably never be able to handle a knife this big...]

If you have one, maybe we could trade?

[Hrmmn.]

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan pulls a smaller knife out of her pocket! It's a butterfly knife, so still less scary than the bowie.]

How about this?

[charcoalfeather]

[...She might question why Susan has a knife in her pocket.]

[Rakka gave her a little nod.] A-alright.

[ninehundredlives]

[What like everyone doesn't have a knife in their pocket?]

Perfect. Here. [She hands over the butterfly knife, keeping the Bowie in her other hand. It's a little harder to conceal, but that's alright; she always wears this coat.] I'd keep that with you.

[charcoalfeather]

[Not her, and not Ashley?? Unless scissors count.

Rakka takes the butterfly knife from Susan's hands... and almost instantly fumbling with it before she manages to hold it safely. The handle parts swinging down to cover the blade so she doesn't have to worry about cutting herself.]

... Do you think I'll need it?