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

[flagitate]

[ ... Well. Katniss has had some time to reflect on that weird dream she'd had last night. Suffice to say, she is not handling it well. Even less when she goes to explore and runs into the sewing room. Katniss has no idea why the image of Cinna--Cinna, her stylist, she guesses--beaten and bloody and limp, so limp, right in front of her, shakes her so much. It's probably because in her dream, she trusts him.

She doesn't trust easily, as anyone here can attest to. Katniss stops dead in the middle of the room, her eyes lingering on the pretty bolts of fabric. Feathers, said Caesar Flickerman in her dream. You're like a bird.

A mockingjay, I think. It's the bird on the pin I wear as a token.

That explains a couple of things.

Anyway. Her hands are shaking as she runs the tips of her fingers along the bolts of fabric. Tears sting at her eyes. She's never seen so much fabric, and quite frankly, it dredges up a lot of feelings Katniss has no idea she had. Because she can still see Cinna, motionless on the ground, and she's sure it's because he made her into a mockingjay. She still has so many questions. But the fact remains that he's dead. Dead because of her.

She doesn't destroy anything in the sewing room, at least. Katniss makes her way to the kitchen next, to grab some food. Today, she's making herself a cup of hot chocolate, and beside her is a plate of cinnamon rolls. She doesn't go to the dining room, because the dining room is still a place she does not want to go to anytime soon, so she stays in the kitchen, breaking off pieces of the roll and dunking them in hot chocolate before eating them.

At least she's not breaking plates again. Yet.

After an eventful day, Katniss doesn't do much else. She wanders around a little aimlessly, and she's pretty damn fidgety. She's still got that bag of food at her hip, with some sweet rolls inside. She's a little more closed off than usual, if her expression is any indication... ]

wandering around

[cilantro]

[Cilan will have likely seen her at some point in the kitchen, but when he notices her again later...]

... Katniss? Are you alright?

[You certainly seem more fidgety than earlier today, should we be concerned?]

[flagitate]

[ She picks idly at a stray thread off her onesie; the look in her eyes is a far away one. ]

It's been a long day.

[cilantro]

[It certainly has been, but still...]

Is there anything we can do to help? [Do you wanna talk about it, or...]

[flagitate]

[ Katniss hesitates, and she chews at her bottom lip. ]

... I don't know. i don't think so. [ But... ] ... Maybe some pancakes, though.

[cilantro]

[At that, Cilan manages a smile.]

Mm, that can easily be arranged. Do you have any particular preferences when it comes to pancake toppings?

wandering

[seventhprogenitor]

[Seems like someone still isn't having a very good day.

He's taken a break from his foyer-watching and sewing to stretch his legs a little himself, absolutely still in the maid's dress -- he'll return it to Aligula in the morning, maybe, once his own clothes are clean.

... Katniss is an okay person, even if she's self-centered and prickly.]

Had a bad day, Kitty?

[flagitate]

[ Honestly, she doesn't even have the energy to snap at him for the stupid nickname or make a comment about the dress. ]

I'm fine.

[seventhprogenitor]

You'll worry people with that look of yours. Why not sit with me in the laundry room? I have a few things to take care of there.

[Like washing clothes. Why can't you just say that, Ferid.]

[flagitate]

No one should have to worry about me.

[ She gives him an incredulous look before shrugging. Why does he want her to join him? ]

... Sure.

[seventhprogenitor]

[Okay, good. He's already letting his stuff soak so -- perfect. Let's roll. Distract from a bad mood, maybe.]

They're going to worry anyway, Kitty, that's just how people are. Especially the more... parental types. They all consider people around your age as children, after all, though I think it's wrong for them to. You're as much of an adult as any of them.

[The one that comes closest to that is Mozu, really, but her way of life must've prepared her to be an adult that young too.]

But maybe that's simply the view of someone who's so old himself! Who knows?

Kitchen

[evilfrenzy]

[It's kind of hard to avoid conversation while Rideaux's making his coffee at the same time, so...]

You're looking extra pale today. Is the ointment not agreeing with you?

[That's probably code for "what's wrong now" on top of the actual question, but like he's going to outright show any concern.]

[flagitate]

[ Is that concern in his own special Rideaux way? Maybe he's the one not feeling well. ]

The ointment's fine, [ she replies, dunking a piece of roll probably a little too aggressively. ]

[evilfrenzy]

[Absolutely not. Katniss is clearly just reading into it too much.]

Oh. Good.

[...

He leans on the counter with his coffee.]

The other day, then.

[They haven't really spoken since then, so.]

[flagitate]

Yeah.

[ Riveting conversation. ]

What about the other day?

[ Look, she's a little distracted for a myriad of reasons, you're going to have to be more specific!! ]

[evilfrenzy]

Everything with Sayaka Maizono, obviously. You weren't taking any of it well.

[BECAUSE NORMAL PEOPLE SHOULDN'T.]

kitchen!

[meanttobe]

[As he has been for the last day or so, Brady walks around singing under his breath, something that sounds...kind of peppy.]

...to the drive-in, what'd I see? A hundred little- Katniss. [No not a hundred of her.] ...Good meal choice. Seriously. Sweet tooth today?

[flagitate]

[ She... almost feels bad (actually, she does) because he's just so happy. ]

Yeah. It's good.

[meanttobe]

...You don't look so into it. What's up?

[Happy, but not oblivious.]

[flagitate]

[ ... Well. It's Brady, so... ]

--Did you have any weird dreams? After that-- after Friday.

[meanttobe]

[Hm.]

...Yeah. Woke up after one Sunday. Did you have one too?

Wandering around

[hesperos]

[ Yuri's been mulling over recent events of his own, although taking it easy as possible, one step at a time. That's the way to do everything, right?

Eventually, the raven-haired man makes his way into the halls, and he does sort of notice that something is off. ]

Hey, Katniss. Something on your mind?

[flagitate]

A lot.

[ It's an honest answer, actually. Maybe it's because Yuri doesn't sugarcoat stuff. Maybe it's because he's... kind of her friend? She doesn't know. ]

Weird dreams, that's all.

[hesperos]

Huh...what a coincidence. Think I had one myself.

[ Although he doesn't think it's just a weird dream. ]

But, I get the feeling it's not just a dream, if that makes sense?

[flagitate]

Brady said the same thing. That it felt like it was something that could have happened.

[ ... But that doesn't make sense. She and Peeta were both alive. Maybe not well, but they were alive. ]