Week 2.

[trustfelling]

WEEK 2 With the deaths of Sayaka Maizono and Mallick Scott the first week draws to a close. While you all have varying opinions on what happened and who was to blame, one thing's for sure: the Adjudicator isn't messing around. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; 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... However, those weird dreams aren't the only new thing around here; those massive double doors on the southern wall of the foyer have opened up, leading down another hallway and ending in what looks like another corridor to the west. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; consider it your reward for a job well done. Or perhaps for just playing the game. COMPETITORS REMAINING: 28

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[OOC: Welcome to week two of Trustfell! Don't forget to save your threads for coins and the activity check, and don't forget to submit this week's activity check and memory regains!

If you'd like to get in contact with the Adjudicator, you can do so here!]

Comments

Game room

[greenmamabear]

S'all about buying buildings and streets with fake money.

[She's just looking over the other games herself.]

[flagitate]

They made a game about that?

[greenmamabear]

Yeah. You run out of money, you lose.

[She pauses in her search to consider this.] I guess its probably more appealing to people who've never run out of money? [She can't think of a single person in her neighborhood, herself included, who likes thinking about that.]

[flagitate]

It's just like real life. Instead of just losing, you die.

[ o...kay. ]

I wouldn't know about that. About never running out of money. [ She's about ten seconds away from throwing Monopoly into the incinerator. ] The game sounds stupid.

[greenmamabear]

[Snort.]

Its long and boring and hits a little too close to home for my tastes.

Although granted I've never owned a building or whatever.

[flagitate]

Think anyone'd be upset if we trashed it?

[ Just coming out and saying it, that's fine. She puts it back, though, behind... the other games. ]

Did you find anything not pointless?

[greenmamabear]

...Maybe it'd appeal to Robert or Ferid. [Which isn't exactly a no to trashing.]

There's a copy of Clue but. I don't think I'm in the mood for a murder mystery.

[flagitate]

... Yeah, probably. It'd keep them busy.

[ Huh. ]

What's Clue?

[greenmamabear]

You search for, uh, clues on the board to find out who killed... [She checks the box.] ..."Mr. Boddy". With what and in which room.

[flagitate]

[ ... ]

Let's not play that one. Ever.

[greenmamabear]

Agreed

[flagitate]

[ She looks through more of the board games. ]

Candyland doesn't look too bad. But it's for kids.

[greenmamabear]

I think that one's a "who can get to the end of the map" first kind of thing.

Same with Chutes and Ladders and Sorry.

[flagitate]

Huh.

[ She considers the board game in her hands, then looks at Fern. ]

... Want to try it out?

[greenmamabear]

[...Huh.]

Why not? [Any distraction is a good distraction.]

[flagitate]

[ She takes the game over to the table that's furthest in the back and sets it up, after reading the instructions. ]

So... who goes first.

[greenmamabear]

Well, we could roll the die and whoever gets the higher number goes first.

[flagitate]

That works.

[ She takes the die in her hand and rolls it. Four. ]

[greenmamabear]

[Quick roll. Two.]

Its all you.

[flagitate]

[ She rolls the die again--five. Katniss moves the little green piece five spaces. ]

Did you play any games like this with your son?

[greenmamabear]

He's too young for a board game but he liked- likes building blocks.

[Roll 3. She has to pull a card and advances to the next green square.]

[flagitate]

[ Somehow, I forgot how to play Candyland, so Katniss will not be rolling the die and instead draws a yellow card. She moves her piece to the square. ]

So he likes building stuff.

[greenmamabear]

Yeah. He has trouble holding the blocks these days bu- [Nope not going down that road.]

He's good at it.

[flagitate]

[ ... ooh. ]

Sorry.

What kind of stuff does he build?

[greenmamabear]

Big towers, mostly. He seems to like tall, thin stuff.