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!]

Comments

[seventhprogenitor]

[Apparently, paper and tape is not in short order, because like last week there's plenty of it slapped across the entirety of their place of stay, including the new rooms, and... it's the fanciest thing.



You have like, three guesses as to who's put this up apparently during the night, and the first two don't count.

In preparation of the event, Ferid is once again in the music room, this time ensuring the instruments are in proper working order, tuned and ready to be played, and he has a piece of paper atop the piano for anyone who wants to sign up for the event!!

To play!!

Otherwise it's just him and that's kind of gonna kill a two thousand year old's wrist, though amazingly he seems fine?

He can also be found wandering around, looking specifically for those he knows are into music to see if they'd like to sign up themselves. But it's not like he'll wave anyone away if they want to ask about the waste of paper.

Haha incentives. Who cares. He clearly doesn't.]

Naoto was somewhere

[fortunatedetective]

[...well that's interesting. Were you looking for her? Maybe Ferid noticed Naoto had piano skills when he peeked into that depressing afterparty for like ten seconds!]

...it doesn't come as much surprise to see there's another social event planned already.

[Not that Naoto is complaining, judging by the slightly noticeable smile! This seems much calmer than a soulmate searching party]

[seventhprogenitor]

Of course not~! With how well the last one went, and how obvious we are in need of a distraction considering... many things, and certainly now with that announcement we received, I thought it was high time we allowed our musicians the chance to shine as brilliant as they can.

[... He's gonna have to move some instruments into the foyer himself, but honestly that's not too many. No pianos will be moved after all. Just the manageable ones.]

Anyone's allowed to sign up, of course, if they'd like to play. I have a feeling there's very much a goldmine of talent within these walls.

[fortunatedetective]

[Pshaw. Go hard or go home, Ferid. Move that piano]

What kind of music do you have in mind, exactly?

[seventhprogenitor]

[It's much too far for one person!! He's a delicate maiden with no muscle mass.]

Anything and everything. Music's always been important to bond with others, wouldn't you agree? It stands to reason that I'd ask people to play what was familiar to them, what they liked themselves. Maybe we even have similar enough worlds that the songs are the same~.

wandering around

[passional]

[ Today Ferid will find Inigo in the game room, where he's busying himself with setting up domino tiles in a curved line and then watching them fall. He looks up when he hears someone enter, nodding his head in greeting. ]

Oh, hello, Ferid.

[seventhprogenitor]

[Ah, yes, dominoes. The mark of the elite. Ferid'll sit down with him.]

Are you having fun?

[passional]

Yes. I'm not sure why, but something about watching dominoes fall is just incredibly satisfying.

[seventhprogenitor]

There is. It's even more amazing to see when they create a picture, too, but my favorite part of things like this is watching someone's hard work disappear in an instant.

[... Much like a life...]

music room

[notaccurate]

[Luca saw the sign, and he figured he might as well go see who is going to run this shindig.

When he reaches the music room, he is definitely not surprised at all.]

I should have known.

[seventhprogenitor]

Does that mean you aren't surprised? My, you've come to know me so well this past week, Luca, truly a mark of our closeness.

[And not the fact that of all the people who like music here, Ferid would definitely have hella fancy script. He plays the cello before him, humming lightly in approval.]

Luckily, I won't be having to do too much work here -- the instruments are, more or less, tuned to order. You've caught me at a good moment

[notaccurate]

Have I now? Well that is good, I would hate to see you in a bad mood. I don't have much of a talent for cheering people up, unfortunately.

[seventhprogenitor]

We share that, it'd seem, I'm better at distracting than comforting. It's why I decided not to attend our mourning earlier this week. I hope no one thought it was poor taste.

[And because it was boring.]

wandering, too

[oasisrose]

Ferid!

[Someone's in higher spirits today. She might not be much of a musician, but music is still very high on her list of interests.]

I asked Cilan, and he has no problem with turning the dining tables into a big dancing stage. Thank you again for the idea!

[seventhprogenitor]

[Ah!!]

That's wonderful news! Perhaps I'll change the location, then, and we'll hold it there instead so you can dance for us if you'd like.

[oasisrose]

After you've already written up all these flyers? I couldn't ask that of you. I'm sure we can work something out...

Let's see, you're having it in the Foyer? [What, so the Adjudicator can hear you play?] I wonder how far down the hallway the sound can carry from there.

[seventhprogenitor]

If we play loud enough, fairly far, but... Mm, it won't be too much trouble to simply put a new sign in the Foyer to direct them towards the Dining Hall instead, really, so we're not splitting up the entertainment.

[... Because Ferid has plans otherwise, and this is a perfect enough thing to do.]

music room!

[meanttobe]

[Honestly what are the odds that Brady won't be by here today? Very low, very low indeed.]

Oh, hey, Ferid! [Someone looks in a good mood!] You responsible for those flyers?

[seventhprogenitor]

I am, I am~! It seems I've made it no secret that I love music, have I?

[Not that he minds in the slightest, tapping out a few notes on the piano.]

Ah, well, such is the life of an artist~. Our passions, however fleeting, come across in everything we do. I'm glad to see you're looking well today, Brady, do you think you'll be fine tomorrow as well?

[meanttobe]

[What an utterly bizarre way to phrase that!] Well, I can't exactly tell the future, dude. But, you know, it's been...an okay week. [better than you'd think after this weekend! and this morning!!] So, probably? What're you asking for?

[seventhprogenitor]

For you to join in the musical fun, of course~! You can play your guitar for everyone. How does it sound? Are you up for it?

music room;

[gorira]

I didn't know that you played, too...

[ Geez, is everyone good at these sorts of things? ]

I was just joking with Katniss, but, it really does sound like we could form a band or something.

[seventhprogenitor]

I'd like that~. It's been a while since I played with others.

[... A long while... Vampires don't have an interest in it, after all.]

What about yourself, Chitoge? Do you play anything?

[gorira]

I know how to play a lot of instruments, but I'm not particularly good at any of them. My mom made me try out a ton of different things, because she wanted me to find my niche, but...well, unfortunately, I lack that sort of grace you need for the stringed ones, and the ones I was better at were hardly befitting of a lady like myself.

[seventhprogenitor]

Drums?

[He can see her being a drum girl. They usually have a lot of... passion...]

Or maybe the brass?

[Because she... controls her breathing well.]