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

[oasisrose]

Well, I'd hope the rest of you would be making room, because I'd hardly want to smack someone in the face by mistake.

I need a nice big stage for dancing! The one in the music room is far too small.

[cilantro]

Ah, I see! [Nodding in approval] I think it would be wonderful to get to see your dancing skills here, so I'll be looking forward to it! But first, I suppose it's a matter of checking to make sure that the tables can be moved and are safe to stand on...

[oasisrose]

We could keep them in here. The chandeliers would be a pretty touch, and I can be careful not to hit them.

[Are the chandeliers low enough that it's a problem...?]

As for how much weight they can hold, there is an easy way to check that.

[cilantro]

[Cilan glances at the table, and then back at her as he huffs out a laugh, setting down some of the stuff he had been picking up here.]

Indeed: they say the only way to confirm the flavor of something is by actually tasting it.

[But he's offering a hand here now, to help Jean up if she would like to attempt to climb up onto and stand on the table here.]

[oasisrose]

[Jean laughs. By now, she's caught onto Cilan's unusual speaking quirks. But the idea of tasting the table is still pretty funny.]

All right, then. Here goes nothing!

[She does use his hand for support, but it doesn't look she actually needs it. She kicks off the ground and vaults up onto the table as easily as someone else might climb a flight of stairs.]

[cilantro]

My, that was impressive... so, how do you feel? Do you think the table is sturdy enough to stand on?

[oasisrose]

It feels sturdy enough to me!

[Just to be sure, she stomps around a bit, trying to make it wobble. But it stands firm and strong in place.]

It doesn't feel like it'd be too slippery, either. The last thing I need is to go sliding off the edge on the big finish!

[cilantro]

Indeed. [Hmm...] How many tables do you think we'll need to push together in order to create a good stage for you?

[oasisrose]

Honestly? The more the better. I'll take every inch of space I can get.

[She hums, tapping her lips with a finger in thought.]

We probably shouldn't use all of them, though, should we? I mean, if it's going to be a proper show, we have serve food, so we'll need a place to spread it out. Ideally, we'd have some good, hard drinks, too...

[But alas, no alcohol in here yet.]

[cilantro]

[But is it it a good idea for people in a murder game to be drinking though...]

While it is a shame that we can't prepare anything like that for the time being, I'm sure that there will be plenty of good food and drinks available for your show.

[oasisrose]

Yeah, I know. If there was anything in the kitchen to brew something up, we'd probably be enjoying some already, right? No need to wait for a show.

[Cilan, one day you will understand that there are some things that people should not have to deal with sober. Dead bodies are one of them.]

[cilantro]

[Well until that day comes--]

What do you suppose should be offered as a substitute then, for the time being?

[oasisrose]

I'm not sure. Milk? Or maybe juice?

Then again, there seems to be a lot of people with a taste for tea... [She stares off, thinking.] I should probably give it a proper chance sometime soon.

[cilantro]

Oh, you absolutely should! There's a wide variety of flavors that tea can have, so I'm sure that you'd be able to find one here that is to your taste!

[One that isn't chamomile, even, since that one has apparently turned people off for a while now, thanks Sayaka.]

[oasisrose]

Really? And... well, do we have all those flavors, here?

I mean, I thought this place was already a little too rich for my blood. But tea's quite a luxury where I come from. There are some cities that will set up fancy little tea shops, and charge you prices that would make you think they were brewing it with holy water...

But, I mean, if I can get used to the soft beds and drawn baths, maybe it's time I took another step?

[cilantro]

I don't know just how many we have here, but I do know that there's at least a few different ones to choose from.

[And unless Jean needs a hand to help her get back down off the table, Cilan's going to pick back up the stuff he had been cleaning up from the dining hall.]

If you'd like, I could make you some tea for you to try?

[oasisrose]

You know what? Sure, that sounds good! Let's do it!

[Nope, she's all right. She hops down off the table, landing with a nice stomp on the floor. And dusts herself off, lightly.]