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

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[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

kitchen

[myfedorarocks]

[Flemming is in the kitchen, cooking a simple breakfast when Katniss steps in.]

...You look unwell.

[I mean, she's been covered in bandages since she arrived, but the whole looking pale and shaky thing is new.]

[flagitate]

[ She's not expecting anyone to be in here, which is why she practically jumps out of her skin when she hears him speak up. ]

... Just. Bad dream. I'm fine.

[myfedorarocks]

[Jeez, settle down!

After a moment of looking startled, he goes back to neutral, though. No harm done, apparently.]

After what happened, I'm not surprised a number of us had strange dreams.

[flagitate]

[ Katniss doesn't look at him when she responds with, ] ... Yeah. After what happened.

[ ... ]

What are you making?

[myfedorarocks]

Yeah.

[He's fine with not talking about it in great detail.]

I'm making pancakes.

[English pancakes, to be specific, so they look flatter than American pancakes.]

They're quite good when you wrap fruit in them.

[flagitate]

[ ... Huh. Katniss had just been talking to Angel about that. ]

That sounds good. [ can she have one. ]

[myfedorarocks]

Yeah.

[That's more casually than how he usually talks. Maybe that means something??]

Do you want one?

[flagitate]

[ WOULD SHE EVER ]

Yeah. That'd be great. [ ... ] Strawberries?

[myfedorarocks]

[huh]

Have you never had strawberries before?

[flagitate]

Yeah, I have. Gale and I have a patch that we've been growing for a while.

[myfedorarocks]

Oh, well, good.

There aren't many many in the fridge, but there's enough to eat with breakfast.

[flagitate]

[ She nods and grabs the carton, then rinses them off pretty thoroughly. (Look, Cilan, she's learning!) ]

These are a lot bigger than the ones we grow.

[myfedorarocks]

Ah.... maybe because the ones you grow are a variety that hasn't been farmed on a massive scale? I know smaller farms and the like have the more "regular" sized fruits.

Would you like them whole or chopped up?

[flagitate]

Yeah. Probably. It's a small patch. [ But it does the job. ]

Chopped up. [ She doesn't think she could eat them as easily if they were whole... ]

[myfedorarocks]

Coming right up.

[It's not much longer before he's done. He's no professional chef like Cilan, but it's obvious that Flemming is a decent enough home cook, because the pancakes look delicious.]

[flagitate]

[ She tries a bit of the pancakes--with a fork, of course--and nods. ]

It's really, really good.

[myfedorarocks]

[He looks pleased.]

Thank you.

It's my daughter's favorite breakfast.

[flagitate]

So you make it a lot?

[myfedorarocks]

[He nods.]

That's right. I make it every Sunday, if I can. Of course, she's not here, but...

Habits being what they are...

[He trails off, looking awkward.]

[flagitate]

[ Katniss averts her eyes, poking at the pancakes with her fork. ]

Yeah. Sometimes I still reach for my bow and arrows, but...

[myfedorarocks]

...We'll get out of here. We have to.

[flagitate]

... Yeah. You have your daughter. I have my sister.

[ And Peeta, apparently. ]

We can't let them down.

[myfedorarocks]

That's right.

We owe it to them to get out of here as soon as possible.

[flagitate]

Yeah.

... What's your daughter like?

[myfedorarocks]

Sweet girl.

She's very talented in math for her age-- she's already incredibly interested in chemistry, too.