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Week 1
Unfortunately (or fortunately, for those of you who decided he ranks at an 8 or higher) the Adjudicator has made an appearance and he doesn't seem to be lying about anything that's happening here. There's no way out. It seems like you're stuck here for the time being and the rules the Adjudicator told you about are still hanging in every room. While the Adjudicator himself is around, you'll be left up to your own devices – feel free to continue exploring and getting to know your fellow Competitors for the next several days. Should you want to eat something you're free to use the kitchen before 10PM, but after that the doors will be locked and no amount of fussing with the locks or trying to break them down will get them to budge. You'll notice that the clock in the foyer goes off periodically, however. This will happen every morning at 7AM and again in the evenings at 10PM. You'll be able to hear it no matter what room you're in; it seems it's being piped in over that PA system in the walls. There isn't any punishment for sleeping through it, but you don't want to waste the day in bed, now do you? (Unless you were out exploring all last night. In which case, go back to bed, damn.) |
MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week one 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 Adjudicator, you can do so here!]
TUESDAY
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It's hard to believe that this is all real. I'm still not sure if I believe it.
I mean - forgive me if I come off as a bit intrusive, but I hear talk of...unthinkable ages. Men and women from different eras. Impossibilities, all sorts of things that could never be proven with empirical evidence alone, yet all apparently real.
This is the wet dream of mankind, thirty different minds from all walks of life, whose being here together is a relative impossibility, only made thinkable by something I can't even fathom.
All for what? So we can find ourselves buried six feet under with...excuse the realness here, but just we can become companions to soft-bodied larva? So we can bring ourselves low enough to a mindless killing spree?
No. If this is real, and you might as well lock me up in a madhouse for even considering the possibility that it is, but if any of this is real, I'll be finding a way out. I don't know about the rest of you, but I hope that none of you blindly follow the rules that our captor has set forth.
But with that out of the way, I need to ask...are any of you medical practitioners? Or anyone with extensive medical knowledge, really. I have a request.
- Walter Hartwell White
[Otherwise, Walt can largely be found in the foyer. He finds a chair and pulls it up in front of the grandfather clock, and watches it intently, as if the thing were going to speak to him at any second. He doesn't seem to be waiting for anybody as he stares at the thing vacantly, forming an empty rhythm as he taps his fingers against the arm of the chair.
Tick. Tick. Tick.]
Note
Let's just say it was an entertaining read to go with the coffee. He kind of had a feeling about this one. While the note sure was...something, he's still pretty curious about this request.
After his coffee, he comes back with a scrap of paper of his own and tapes a note underneath the initial one. Because yes, this is how he's going to do this instead of just, you know, tracking Walter down.]
The occupation listed on my profile is not incorrect. I'm a doctor. I'll hear your request out if you'd like.
This extends to anyone else with medical questions, I suppose.
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It's nice that he's in the foyer, actually. She has Business to talk about with the Adjudicator. (It's party business.) ]
What's up, buttercup?
[ ...God it is weird to do that to him. Note to self: Never again. She'll be dragging a chair over, by the way, to join him. As you do. ]
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Are you hoping the clock will give you an answer?
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He needs to speak with as many people in this place as possible. He might not be a medical doctor, but you know. He can tell
That's why he approaches Walter, looking very businesslike.]
Excuse me... Mr. White?
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You fret that the rules will be followed as the Adjudicator likely plans.
And you are prepared to go against him for that reason?
- AZ
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That vending machine, should you find coins for it, seems to hold a variety of things. You mentioned needing a razor yesterday and, while it's no replacement, this should at least help you clean up a little.
[... Like, maybe as a metaphorical olive branch, since they're still not exactly getting along well.]
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This leads Brady to the main storage room, since he hasn't really looked through there yet. Unlike some of the other Competitors, he pretty much ignores the WD-40 after initially taking stock of it and instead starts rounding up the small toolkits. Opening them up, taking stock of what's in them, that kind of thing.
Eventually, he'll pocket one, to keep with him.
At one point or another, he always finds his way back to the music room, as it is, with no access to the ocean, his biggest interest. Brady mostly sticks to the guitars, playing a few chords and every so often scribbling them down on a piece of paper he's set on the (closed) piano, but catch him closer to night and maybe he'll be trying a simple song on the piano, testing how each peddle will transform the majesty of Row, Row, Row Your Boat.
When the later hours hit, an hour or so before the clock chimes, anyone going by room 21 will find it open not-quite-halfway. Wanna visit with the kid? Seems he's allergic to closing his door all the way.]
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You must be pretty trusting to leave your door open like this.
SORRY FOR DELAY had to check some stuff
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...You know, I probably...probably should have guessed that you play something like that.
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... investigation~
This is definitely because of Aligula, and the reason will become clear soon enough by all of the flyers taped to the walls, the stupid stained glass windows, counters, tables, tables... if you can tape something onto it, it has been taped, thank you.
The sheets themselves are pretty simple and also covered in... well, it would have been an obscene amount of hearts, but Ferid reminded her she had to use all of the paper she took or it'd be a waste and writing the same thing 10000 times really does a number on one's wrist.
Anyway, Aligula can be found posting those up pretty much everywhere, especially if they get ripped down; she'll also be shoving them under people's doors, handing them off in the hallway... you will not be able to miss her party, she is making sure of this.
She'll also be doing a little investigation in the kitchen; she'll entertain chatter if someone talks to her, but she's obviously concentrating very hard on, well, investigating. Maybe there's some super party food in the cabinets or something...??? She's here to find it.
Regardless of how that goes and for the most part, though, she can be found in her room, humming while she decorates via drawing on the walls with the red and black markers she's never putting back in the storage room ever. No song in particular, just something obviously upbeat and catchy—if there was ever someone in genuinely high spirits despite the circumstances, it'd be her.
(She's really not worried about not being able to get out of here and back to getting her man, that's all.) ]
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...this can't be serious...
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why
[... ... ...]
[Yeah, Jean gets the warning now. Luckily, she's close enough to the other woman's room that she could go and ask in person.]
Uh... Isn't this just a bit much?
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Nice flyers
Is she secretly of House Valentione?]Getting the word out?
thank you i put my heart and soul into them
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Face in hands
Other than a roll of the eyes, she tries to ignore the posters. But there's only so long she can go before dragging herself to Aligula's room to complain. Knock knock at the door it's a sourpuss.]
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Soulmates?
[Like girl she knows your title but this is some next-level dedication to it.]
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yay parties
And will you actually be forcing us to go?
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HELLO FRIEND MODS ARE HERE
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oh my god
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hella flyers
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EVERYWHERE
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EVERYWHERE but specifically behind you
GASP what a scary big man
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First thing in the morning she can be found in the laundry room, dressed in her original outfit, holding her terrible striped onesie and staring at a wash basin as one might a really tough crossword puzzle. She knows in theory how to wash a clothes, it's not rocket science, but in practice? Mm, not so much. And she really doesn't want to ruin her one outfit that isn't a constant reminder of where she comes from.
Then once that's sorted out, which she does eventually, she makes her way to the music room! Not that she plays, but she is going to look through all the instruments because look straight up she is from the future and these are cool past things. Then she is going to sit herself in front of the piano and... plink away testing the keys. Doing a simple little pattern or two, things like that.
After that she goes to the storage room to grab a few things - a couple blankets, most importantly, but also some tape and paper - and bring them back to her room. Then she takes some of the paper and a pen out to the dining room to start... well, basically just doodling. Her drawing isn't terrible, though admittedly it's not amazing either. But she's clearly having fun, or at least not having a bad time. The only thing really of note at first glance of the drawings is that she draws this a lot.]
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First things first when she wakes up, she'll be off to the laundry room and--oh sweet jesus what is this. She's got to wash her regular clothes, so she's in the onesie today (a...very, very pink one), and this is just.]
...They have every other end of the building upgraded, why isn't this one--
[Said to no one in particular, at least, but she's...just going to start grabbing bleach and reading the instructions on it. She'd certainly appreciate any help she could get--ruining clothes would just add another stack of stress to the pile. This is just great and dandy.
A few hours later, she seems to have gotten it right, at least--right enough that she's wearing her regular outfit again as she goes to the Music Room and takes stock of everything. The stage is the first thing to surprise her, at least--it's a little small, but it would certainly do if she ever wanted to put on some kind of show, and that actually makes her smile a bit. She notes to tell Chitoge about this a little later on, and you know, now that she thinks of it...
...One look to the left, one look to the right--if no one else happens to be there, then you know what? She needs a little bit of practice anyway!
And so, she starts singing. It's definitely a little bit more uncertain sounding--mostly because Sayaka's very, very used to the music itself, and she'll probably restart at least a few times if she feels she's screwed up. But otherwise, she's got this.]
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... So the first thing she does after waking is go to room 28: Rideaux's room. She isn't exactly a fan of the guy, but he's a doctor. ... Right? Right. And Katniss isn't comfortable with him, you know. Checking out any part of her that's uncovered, but it just hurts so much, and she can't handle pain.
... After meeting with him, she can be found--of course--in the kitchen, frying up some bacon. She might not be good in the kitchen, but she knows how to do this, at least. Katniss is hungry, still, but she's not desperate enough to eat the stuff raw. She's also got a loaf of bread by her elbow that she takes a piece from and slathers raspberry jam onto.
Since Katniss is having some trouble with her, um, wardrobe, she decides it's time to do some washing in the laundry room. She doesn't want the reminder of her damaged skin clinging to the fleece of the thing, after all. Katniss isn't completely hopeless when it comes to this stuff--she's never used more modern washing machines or dryers.
Other than that, later at night, she can be found wandering around until curfew hits. Katniss doesn't like staying still, after all, and she's about to go crazy if she doesn't keep herself moving. ]
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DINING ROOM BC I DO WHAT I WANT
i'm banning you
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Refrigerators and ovens certainly existed in his time, but they were very different from modern technology. So he will spend some of the time toying around with the settings on the fridge and the oven, messing with knows and buttons and seeing what happens.
Oh, and ice. He will be enjoying a lot of ice. ]
This is absolutely amazing! I knew that technology was advancing, but I had no idea it was this advanced.
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One of her first stops is to that vending machine, because if you have coins, you might as well put them in, right? Her efforts gain her a pen, some bandages, and... Her helmet. The one she wears when she rides her motorcycle.]
Oh great, this thing has our stuff in it.
[At least the boots she got are cool.
Later on, she's set up shop in the dining hall, because it's a room with a reasonable amount of space. She's not doing any eating in there at the moment; rather, she has... A pillow? ...Yep that's a pillow. And above her is a sign that says:
I am no longer humanPillow fight! Bring your own pillow.Listen, she didn't expect the pen to be creepy, alright. At any rate, bring it on! She'll even let you get the first hit.]
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At least, consciously.
Still, he drifts, first to the foyer where that grand clock stands, looming over anyone that probably isn't AZ. He hasn't gotten the chance to properly inspect it in full yet. So he pokes a bit at it, peers at the moving hands, and along the way tries to move the clock from its resting place. Though it's stuck tight, like everything else.
One way or another, AZ gives up on that fruitless venture, and goes off to explore again. The music room is the only one that catches his interest long enough that you'll see him there, especially drawn to the grand piano sitting smack dab in the middle of the room. He runs a hand down the keys, plucking a few, very specifically. It almost sounds like a tune.
In the later hours of the day, AZ had finally appeared in the kitchen which might be amazing because he hasn't visited the room since the day they arrived. But he's here! And you may walk in on him as he's working his way through some sort of hand-made sandwich.
And the rest of the loaf along with it, to be exact.]
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