Trustfell 5: A Good Day to Trust Fall (
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Week 3.
Grace and Doug are dead. It seems that there isn't anything more to do but mourn your losses and try to move forward. The Transmitter's rules still hang in every room, a reminder of the only means of escaping this place. But surely no one else will give into them, right? Saturday is given to regrouping and rest; the static blares out early on Sunday, 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, however, it seems your efforts won't go unrewarded; another set of corridors have opened up, much in the same fashion as the other new area did last week. With them come new rooms to explore; maybe some of them will be to your liking. Or perhaps it's better to say that hopefully some of them will; after all, if the Transmitter gets her way, you may be here for a very, very long time. |
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week three 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 Transmitter, you can do so through text or the phone in your room!]
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[ Even if she's not attending college, she's still one of the top scorers on the practice exams, on a national level, even. For her not to take it would reflect poorly on the school... ]
The mind is as much of a muscle as your arms, though. If you don't keep it stimulated, your acuity drops, like a ligament deteriorates.
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Do you ever feel nervous?
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[ She's being modest, here. ]
It's not something I take lightly, but at the same time, it's not something that particularly eats away at me, either.
[ Or, so she says. ]
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[The perfect balance between obsessive perfection and self crippling doubt from where Sakura's standing. She's a bit envious, but not so much she can't smile in satisfaction at the answer]
Maybe you could help me with some subjects one day, Hanekawa-san -- oh, I'll tutor you in archery as compensation, if you'd like.
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But I'd like that, Matou-san. If you need help with anything, I'd be more than happy to teach you as much as you'd like. I'm more than happy to help.
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[not a bad one, per se, as Sakura's mind is quite sharp. She just never bothered to apply herself. It was never important]
Sometimes I get a little lazy and don't push myself like I should. I get through my classes without thinking too hard.
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It's a shame there aren't enough books here, otherwise I think that would work. [She brings a hand to her chin in thought.]
Well... I do like to cook.
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[Smiling a little bit.]
Perhaps there's a cookbook lying around somewhere...
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And Castella is a delicious choice! [oh yes, Sakura has definitely had it, and looks mildly excited by the process. Turns out food is a very big motivator on her end] Or perhaps cookies, if you know of a good recipe?
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I can show you how to make one now, if you'd like. I don't think I've seen you eat a thing all day.
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I haven't eaten.
[YEAH SHE REALLY DID FORGET.]
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[ She can't help but frown; she's glad that she put the bow down, because her instinct is to take her by the hand and gently lead her out of the room. ]
We're going to the kitchen. Sorry, but I'm not taking no for an answer.
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She also knows she might be pressed to explain her obsession with the shooting gallery if she doesn't.
So Tsubasa won't feel any resistance, though Sakura quiets on the way there.]
... I'm really not that hungry, Hanekawa-san.
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And y'know... that lightens some of the tension in her shoulders. Just a bit. The girl huffs a small sigh but nods suddenly]
Okay. Maybe some protein?