Week 4.

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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]

[...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?

[ninehundredlives]

[...wow maybe this was a mistake.] Careful. It flicks open.

I don't know if you'll need it, but it couldn't hurt. It might buy you some time to get away, if...anything happens.

[She'd like to think no one would go after Rakka, but she would be one of the easiest targets here.]

[charcoalfeather]

[It's not a mistake. You got a pretty sweet knife out of this, Susan.]

R-right... I guess, I'll have to learn how to use it then.

[Too bad her knife skill is at 0.]

[ninehundredlives]

I can try to show you a bit. I'm not really a knife-fighter or anything, but I've been holding onto that one for a while.

[charcoalfeather]

Well, um, I guess we can give that a try.

[This'll go well.]

[ninehundredlives]

Alright.

[THIS IS PERFECT]

Well, you want to get used to opening it, first. It won't do much good if you can't do that fast. Just give it a flick. [She demonstrates the movement with her own wrist]

[charcoalfeather]

[Rakka hums a reply, giving a sort of an understanding nod as she holds out the knife as instructed, giving it a bit of a flick so the blade is revealed.

To her credit, she hasn't jumped or flinched yet.]