trusthell | 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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Well, okay. Then please do.

[...He doesn't come in here often. This is going to take a while. Too bad there isn't more of that stuff from the machine...

Eventually he'll settle on something fruity and delicious, however, and... Maybe if he puts this obnoxiously sweet stuff with the gross stuff? Hey, that works. ...Maybe he can just put the gross shit in a smoothie or something.

...

He finishes a single drink and grabs the vodka to bring it upstairs. He's gonna see what happens if he puts this stuff in a smoothie.]

[ WOW.

THIS IS...

TAKING TOO LONG...

But okay she's following, pretending to be patient. ]

[At least he can make a smoothie pretty easily. He wanted to be on the first floor anyway, so this works out.]

So why do you want to drink drunk blood?

Mixing blood and wine like Killia suggested didn't really do anything, so I want to try out an old wives tail I heard about from ... I think it was that weasel Glark? I heard if you drink the blood of someone drunk at the time you'll get a buzz.

[...You know, he'd ask why she wants to get a buzz in the first place, but... They're in here. That's more than enough of an explanation.]

Being drunk's not that great. You can't think well and everyone gets worried.

[He says as he dumps an obscene amount of vodka in with a bunch of fruits and blends. Hopefully this doesn't taste horrible, but- how bad can fruits taste?]

Well I want to try it!

[ :T ] Hanyuu was depressing, but she sure did smile a lot until then!

[Blender is stopping, he's swiping some of it up with a finger for a taste, and- oh damn, this is delicious. ...Hopefully he didn't put in too much booze.

He will regret this later, but for now, he's happily drinking away.]

Yeah, yeah, don't worry. I'm working on it. I'll do my best to keep from getting too depressing, too.

What were you guys talking about?

I.... [ . . . ] Will not tell you that.

[ . . . ] After all, those are her secrets to tell.

Oh, that kind of stuff. Secrety stuff. I gotcha.

[Good. Don't tell him Hanyuu's secrets.]

Speaking of secrety stuff, we probably shouldn't talk about anything serious.

[In the worrying vein. He'll do his best to keep it together, at least.]

Are you accusing me of taking advantage of your secrets?

[ A...hahaha.

But okay, asinine... ]

Then tell me more of your Pokémon, perhaps.

No, no, I mean your secrets too. No secrets. No serious stuff.

[Man, this is delicious.]

Which one do you wanna hear about?

What more secrets do you think I have?

[ Hmmm.... ]

How about that Bellossom one?

Bellossom...

[Come on, he can come up with something more than "it's cute and flowery."]

It evolves with a Sun Stone and moves faster when the sun's bright. It dances a lot, and its strongest moves are dance moves like petal dance.

[ . . . Hmmm ... ]

So it can use attacks based on dance?

Yeah. Lots of Pokémon can. Swords Dance makes Weavile a lot stronger.

[He sets his drink down and makes a series of quick arm gestures to try and imitate Weavile; despite the fact that he's clearly growing more intoxicated by the moment, the arm motions are surprisingly fluid and possibly even elegant.

...

Even if they end with him jabbing the blender, leaving it to fall straight into the sink. At least it didn't land on the floor.]

[ .... Pfffthahaha shit! He's okay, right?! She sort of rapidly moves closer to him to make sure no broken glass got on him but - oh, no, looks okay. But still, snorting, she pats him on the back. ]

[...Oops. Silver pulls his hand away slowly as if the blender is going to bite back.]

We should, you know... sit.

[...He's finishing his drink real quick. It's almost done anyway.]

That might well be for the best!

[ . . . That said, he can't stop her now!

She is going to pinch his cheeks ]

[...He has never really had someone pinch his cheeks, and that actually kind of hurts, so he mostly just helplessly stares at her until he realizes he should probably actually move out of the room.]

Come on.

[She can pinch and walk. Or just walk? Silver hurt himself in confusion.]

[ She'll let go as they walk, at least.... ]

Okay, okay, lead on!

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