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!]

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[flagitate]

Hey, Fern.

[ She's guessing she had weird dreams, too. ]

[greenmamabear]

Morning Katniss.






[Oh right conversation.]

Dreams huh.

[flagitate]

Yeah.





[ This is going well. ]

You had one, too.

[greenmamabear]

Yep.

Uh.

More of a nightmare really.

[flagitate]

...

Do you want to-- talk about it? It doesn't have to be with me.

[greenmamabear]

I, uh, don't wanna bug you with that or anything. It was probably just... Well, you know. Feeling bad after the trial stuff.

[flagitate]

You won't bug me with it.

... Lots of people had them, though. It's not just nothing. Probably.

[greenmamabear]

[That's. Huh.]

What do you mean?

[flagitate]

I was talking with Brady, and-- we both agreed that it was too vivid to be a dream. Too many emotions and stuff. I've never had a dream like that, so...

[greenmamabear]

...That sounds pretty familiar.

[She rubs her forehead like she has a headache.]

Did they make sense? Like, more like reality than a dream where nothing makes sense?

[flagitate]

A lot of sense. And it felt... familiar.

[greenmamabear]

...huh.

Well that's. A little alarming.

[flagitate]

... Yeah. Just a little.

[ ... ]

Are you-- okay?

[greenmamabear]

Uh. Yeah. Probably. Maybe.

I-I don't know.

[flagitate]

... If you want to go somewhere quieter to talk, we can.

[greenmamabear]

J-just for a bit, yeah.

[flagitate]

Okay.

[ She'll get up and cross over to the door, then open it for Fern. ]

Wherever you want to go.

[greenmamabear]

[She makes it like ten feet before she rests her head on a hallways wall.

It doesn't make sense. It literally doesn't make any sense.]

[flagitate]

[ ... Katniss is again reminded of just how bad she is with this whole comfort thing. She wants to reach out and touch Fern's shoulder, maybe, but Katniss knows she has her own boundaries. And she doesn't want to intrude on anyone else's... ]

... Fern?

[greenmamabear]

S-Sorry. I'm just.

Christ alive, this fucking place keeps throwing us for a loop. [She feels bad about this. Like, a lot. Sure, Katniss is wise beyond her years and super responsible but. She's still a kid who shouldn't have to deal with adult emotions.]

[flagitate]

You don't have to apologize.

[ Katniss takes a breath, picking at no particular place on the wall. ]

You think one thing, and then something happens, and-- [ and it all changes. So, so quickly. ]

[greenmamabear]

Always gotta adapt. No time to relax. [So much drama all the time. Here and home.]

[flagitate]

Kind of makes you want to punch something. [ Someone. ]

[greenmamabear]

At least that's something I'm good at.

[And killing, apparently.]

[flagitate]

[ ... Oh. She's stumbled upon the heavy stuff again. ]

Apparently I'm good at doing stuff that's dangerous for my health.