Week 5.

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WEEK 5 Two more are gone this week. Luna and Chie Hori have joined those who are present only in memory now, and their passing seems to have left a lot of emotions raw and exposed. But as usual, the group has at least a little bit of time to recover. Saturday can be dedicated to rest and sleep; on Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock. The stairwells are clear of bodies; there's no more death to be dealt with for the time being. Unless, of course, you happened to recover something particularly unfortunate in your dreams... Once again, there's a new floor to explore; your reward for doing your job well. And since you've survived for a month now, you are doing your job well. However, the new floor isn't the only thing that's changed; there are a few things about the building that seem a little...off. A few things that weren't there before might be, or a few things that should be there aren't; you'll just have to see what the week brings, won't you? That is, if you're not going to be investigating all the goings-on personally... PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 21

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[OOC: Welcome to week five 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 to be used at your leisure, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here!]

Comments

[swirlied]

It's actually pretty common... There's a lot of tournaments and things like that. My godfather and his younger brother were both in the military, actually.

[ But... ] I'm really bad at fighting myself, though.

[decrees]

Ah, I see. What sort of fighting style is common in your kingdom?

[...If it's something he can teach, he wouldn't mind giving Yuuri a lesson or two.]

[swirlied]

Actually, a lot of people use swords when they don't use magic.

[decrees]

Magic is exceptionally rare in Albion, but I can offer you some lessons with a sword, if you'd like.

[swirlied]

Really? That's be great!

[ He's super excited about this, Logan. ]

[decrees]

[He sheathes the sword and moves over to the wooden ones in the room, reaching over to select one and test it for a moment before holding it out to Yuuri.]

This should be fine to start with.

[...And we're going to handwave the hell out of this because guess who knows nothing about swordplay!! \o/ ]

[swirlied]

[ HELL YEAH. Let's just say Logan has his work cut out for him because Yuuri was holding his sword like a baseball bat. Yep.

Anyway, a while later Yuuri is just. Kind of laying on the floor, sweating. ]

...This is a lot harder than it looks.

[decrees]

[Ohhhh boy. But you know what, at least you're trying...]

It took me years to prepare for combat. ...And my mother tested that by throwing me into a lair of Hobbes.

[HE LEARNED QUICKLY, LET'S PUT IT THAT WAY.]

[swirlied]

Hobbes? Is that some kind of monster?

[ BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY... He sits up immediately, making himself a little dizzy. ] Why would your own mom throw you in there!

[decrees]

They are monsters, yes. They're difficult in groups, but I didn't have any problems. It was a bit shocking, but nothing that gave me trouble.

[Logan tips his head a bit when Yuuri sits up.]

My mother taught me to swim by tossing me in the lake. It's how she did things.

[Like this ain't even a thing.]

[swirlied]

[ Yuuri is absolutely scandalized right now. ]

Seriously? That's not how a parent should be teaching their child how to do things.

[ Just thinking about that happening to Greta makes him upset. ]

[decrees]

...Mother never did things like everyone else. I suppose she wasn't the best parent, but she did what she could.

[swirlied]

[ Yuuri sighs, laying back down on the floor spread eagle. Logan's right. ]

That's true... Parents just try to do what they can, and hope their kid comes out okay in the end.

[decrees]

Exactly.

[He moves to sit beside Yuuri, resting the sword beside him.]

...My mother focused all of her attention on me. She died when my younger sister was thirteen. My sister barely remembers her.

[His mom was definitely not Parent Of The Year.]

She did what she could to raise me, however.

[...She'd be so disappointed in him.]

[swirlied]

[ He glances up at Logan. ]

...I'm sorry. That must have been hard. [ There's a short pause. All this talk about kids has him wondering now. ]

Do you have any kids, Logan? [ He has a feeling Logan doesn't, but you never know. ]

[decrees]

Me?

[...like this thought genuinely hadn't occurred to him]

Absolutely not. I'm not married and I certainly wouldn't adopt any right now.

[There's no way he could care for a kid when he can barely keep himself together. It's going to be even worse when he returns to Albion (if he returns to Albion), but...

Ah. Right. There might not be a much of a point in that anyway.]

I always assumed I would at some point, but I've been... busy.

[swirlied]

[ He raises his eyebrows at Logan's reactions. So it really wasn't something he was thinking about right now. ]

Running a kingdom is a lot of work. I bet you don't even have time to think about kids right now.

[decrees]

Of course not. An heir is a necessity, but that's not my primary concern right now.

[Or ever, really. His sister can handle that. Probably.]

[swirlied]

An heir, huh. I haven't even started thinking about that yet.

[decrees]

You have plenty of time to worry about that. The last thing you want to do is rush into it.

[swirlied]

[ He nods. Honestly he's probably already dropped the ball on rushing into all that, even if part of it was an accident... ]

You're right. Besides, I want to make sure Greta's old enough to make that decision on her own anyway. I don't want her to be forced to rule after me if she doesn't want to.

[decrees]

...Who is Greta?

[That's certainly a nice thought though. Considering the person who has to rule after you if you die and/or fuck it up somehow. Logan tried... and apparently failed horribly, to no one's surprise.]

[swirlied]

Greta's my daughter.

[ Should he elaborate on that? Probably. ]

[decrees]

Wait, I thought you said...

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Aren't you a little young to have a child?

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[swirlied]

Wait no, she's not my biological child or anything! I adopted her!

[ Yeah looking back on that he should have said that first. ]

I haven't even kissed a girl or anything like that yet!