trusthell | WEEK 9.

WEEK 9.

WEEK 9
The only two deaths this past week were due to rule violations; Bruce Wayne and Kimihiro Watanuki have joined the deceased. The deceased, however, still seem to be among you - that is, if Noir is to be believed.

Either way, one thing is clear: for the first time in two months, a week has passed where no one has murdered.

With no trial, Saturday is relatively quiet. On Sunday morning the clock chimes as it always has, but at least there are no bodies to find today. It seems you're safe for now. The night before wasn't necessarily a peaceful one, however; you'll probably feel a bit groggy when you wake up, and it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost...

Once again, there are no new floors available to you; is this a good sign, or just claustrophobic? Either way, the air has been seeming a little heavier nowadays, despite the lack of murder - but who knows, maybe it's all in your head.

APPRENTICES REMAINING: 8

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[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 Wordsmith, you can do so through letters or the switchboard!]

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Gather in the foyer in ten minutes.

[As always, whether you follow instructions or not, the message comes across all the same.]

I believe we can all agree that your course of study here at Chronos University has gone on for long enough, Apprentices. So, you may all consider these next few days the end, in whatever sense you choose that to mean.

I do assure you however, that the only way to leave this place alive remains compliance with Rule Seven. Take that fact as you will, and I advise you to spend the rest of the week wisely.

Edited 2017-03-21 16:09 (UTC)

[ God this man. She knew it was coming to the end and she really can't help but get a chill for it, but as she looks around the room and hears that she- ]

We're going to work it out.

[ Says that to steel herself. Maybe other people too. ]

Heh. I'm betting it's the end for him.

You don't have to worry about that.

Because when I find you, I will kill you.

[...man, Lusamine's actually been doing okay for the past couple of days. She's not dead, thankfully, and that's a weight off of her shoulders. Even with the end around the corner, as the Wordsmith proclaims...she's not too worried. Maybe that's determination speaking up for once.

But for the most part, Lusamine's gonna be holed up in two places throughout the day--the first is the kitchen, where she's...actually doing some cooking rather than all salads every day! It's a modern day miracle. It mostly looks like she's got cookies being made. Chocolate chip, sugar cookies, snickerdoodles...it looks like she's trying to make every kind under the sun, really. Still, they're eventually brought out to the dining room with a note:

"Please feel free to help yourself."

...She won't actually be out there to moderate the taking, but. You know. Free cookies that aren't actually gonna be full of poison.

The other room she'll be holed up in, surprisingly enough, is the sewing room. She's got multiple kinds of fabrics out, and it looks like she's making huge bags. Up to eight in total--one might be able to find colors they commonly wear among the bag colors that Lusamine makes, but it looks like she's preparing for something. Either way, she's gonna be busy.]

[Silver's been spending a lot of time in the sewing room lately, so seeing Lusamine in there first is kind of nice.

He doesn't waste much time, though; he's got a couple of empty jars and... well, it was one of the maidenly carry on bags, anyway, but it's looking quite a bit different now. Either way, he gets some material out and keeps working on it.]

What are you making?

[Hey there, Silver. She's just getting a red and black bag done when he speaks up, and she smiles.]

Ah, something to hold onto items for everyone. Considering what may happen in the coming weeks, we should keep something on our person in case we are besieged, hm?

[...actually, you know, looking at the jars--]

Those bombs that you made...will they react to much jostling around?

[...Well, if that's what she's going to ask, he's going to hold up his creation.]

They will. You can walk around with them, but mix around their ingredients too much and they'll go off. That's why I'm making this.

[...It looks vaguely like a fanny pack. A maidenly fanny pack. He opens it up and reveals little elastic straps tightly sewn to the inside and puts a jar in one of them to demonstrate. It's not going anywhere.]

[--Oh! Woah, that's...]

...That's incredible work, Silver. That should prevent the contents from mixing to the point of no return...

[And. You know, exploding right on you. Because that'd be terrible as hell and would likely cause hella frostbite.

Still, Lusamine looks back to the current bag she's making...]

Have you obtained other weaponry? Perhaps from that machine.

[...Black and red aren't really Lusamine's colors, are they? That's strange.]

The vending machine loves dumping out weapons. I've got two different swords, one of the hammers, and some kind of gun.

[And Gold's cuestick, but that doesn't really count.]

[...hmm. Lusamine sticks her arm into the bag for a moment to test the depth--perhaps she should add more to it? That'd make it easier to store some items...

Well. She'll toss the bag over to Silver, then.]

This is for you, then. Do you believe this would be deep enough to hold the gun, at the very least?

[...Oh. Well. He's not going to refuse it, at any rate.]

Yeah. The gun's not that big.

[He gestures with his hands to show something pistol-sized. Just a little longer than his hands, that's all. That said, he looks the bag over.]

Thanks. This is pretty cool. It's a lot better than all the frills.

[...He is here for pink, but he's not here for white frilly stuff, really.]

...Do you want a backpack, Lusamine?

I imagine, but you're quite welcome. Personalization isn't my strong suit, but I figure simplicity and color would be far more suitable for a project like this. Frills are a bit of an acquired taste.

[...Oh! Lusamine perks a bit at that, smiling.]

Why, that would be incredibly sweet of you, Silver. I would like that--it would be nice to have something to hold everything.

[She hasn't gotten a bag to drop at all and carrying around stacks of paper in the early weeks and a sketchbook in the later ones has been torture.]

[The gigantic flag project has pretty much been abandoned at this point, but Jasper does still come spend time on it anyway, just to have something to do. Which is how she spots Lusamine.]

That's a lot of fabric. What are you making?

[She's got some fabrics of various orange shades out when Jasper walks in, and she smiles.]

Ah, bags for everyone here. If the Wordsmith intends to snuff us out at the end of the week, I don't want any of us to be unprepared. I figure that it may be useful to keep a weapon or two on us, just in case...but perhaps also to keep important items.

[...while she's here, though--Lusamine picks up some of the fabrics.]

Do you have a preference for color, while you're here? Or would a few of these be fine?

I see. I think you have the right idea.

[There are definitely things she'd want to take with her.]

The colors you've picked out are fine.

[She likes them!]

[ Elda' practicing wearing that thick ass cloak that Silver made for her today. So she looks... uh? Well, like a small woman in a thick cloak that's full as big as her again in terms of mass. But in wearing it, she steps in here. Perhaps to get a spool of thread or something to throw in her own war chest ]

Oh, Lusamine. What's the new project?

As much as I would like it to be another effigy, we don't have an accurate picture of the Wordsmith for reference.

[Lusamine's got some purple fabrics out when Elda walks in, and she chuckles.]

But no...I figure that it may be useful if we all have a bag to store items in. In case we should need to carry weapons or items, if the Wordsmith tries to snuff us out. Best to be prepared, hm?

Oh, that actually makes sense. Not as if we could lug those trunks with us.

[ And she has a handful of other fun things! She nods a little, getting into a seat next to her. ]

Yes, exactly. And a trunk would be an incredible liability, unless you had the strength to chuck it.

[She doesn't mind the company at least, and she sifts through the colors--switching between looking at Elda and the fabrics multiple times, as if trying to see what color would look best.]

While these won't be the best for holding any of those jars, we should be armed in some manner. This 'ending' sounds rather foreboding.

Yes, I've stored several of them in both rooms I stay in before now, but once we need to be mobile, it would be convenient to have them on hand.

[ A beat ] And some changes of clothes.

[ More than this cloak thing, at least! She pushes the thing up, and it still is heavy on her shoulders ]

It seems I'm relying on the both of you.

...Both of us...?

[...oh!]

Did Silver make that cloak for you, then? I know he had made something for you back when I made the effigy of Kira. Whether or not...that is quite nice on you.

It is not so bad to rely on others, however. It simply requires balance, so you may rely on yourself as well. [...] Is there an issue, Elda?

[ She nods briefly, to confirm that Silver made the cloak. She shrugs the shoulders of it again. Is it and issue...?

... A good question, really. ]

It's been over a lifetime since I relied on much of anyone other than my husband before I arrived here. But then I was reached out to by those kind enough to go past my own barriers, Sportacus and Hanyuu. And I found myself reaching out to others in turn, yourself and Silver and some more. So you ask if it's an issue, and it is not.

I merely wish I could do more myself for you.

[...that makes sense, at least. After everything she's learned from Elda, she likely did not want to have to rely on others after everything had happened. It's good to know that it is not an issue, but...]

...Your continued existence is more than enough, I would say. Of course, if you wish to learn something, no one will stop you. Everyone brings something to the table, and we've...

[...ah.]

Not all the time in the world, but still plenty of it. You've learned to cook well, have you not?

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