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!]

Comments

[charcoalfeather]

I.... I-I'm sorry. [She really... shouldn't have thought that, should she? At least it's just good to know that Dorika is still doing alright.]

Oh, my memories? Well... [She'll just make her way over to his side, but not too close. The fact that he's cutting up a chicken is still a thing, and not a thing Rakka exactly likes to look at.]

I did have another dream a few days ago. Like the other ones.

[forcegalactic]

Don't get all scared about that. I'm sure Hibiki told you that I hate chickens or somethin'.

[She probably went around telling people he was a crazy man who claimed to be from Mars the first week, anyway.]

Now, what did you learn this time? [He pulls out a pan and starts filling it with the legs.] Nothin' painful like growin' wings, I hope.

[charcoalfeather]

Umm... [SHE.... didn't, no. But she probably should have figured from the note on the petition.

And Rakka already knows that he's a crazy man from Mars!]

Well, no... not like that. [She tried to make that sound hopeful... she really, really did.] But, I think it wasn't much better.

[forcegalactic]

[Rakka can't hide her unease that easily, but first Mordecai finishes putting the leftover parts of the chicken into the oven before turning to the table.]

Sit down, it'll be better that way. [It wouldn't do any good if she were standing with no support if she was recalling a bad memory.] Now, can you try tellin' me what happened?