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

[middaymoon]

I'd consider a venomous snake to be of note, but I wouldn't hurry over to pet it.

[ Krul Tepes, though. That's a name Mahiru at least recognizes. ]

I suppose the complacency shouldn't surprise me. Still, I can't imagine you find that very entertaining.

[ ... She's definitely going to lose this round. Ah well. Mahiru doesn't give up yet, however, using the lost cause as an excuse to try a few off-the-wall strategies. ]

[seventhprogenitor]

[As expected of a Hiiragi, and of humanity itself, with its last ditch efforts... Not that she looks particularly human, anyway, though it's obvious that between the two she has a claim to it more than he does.]

Not at all. But that's why I mingle with humans, you see, to liven things up.

[And won! Ferid looks minorly pleased with himself, but then again when doesn't he.]

They're not as predictable as the rest of my kind thinks.

[middaymoon]

I wouldn't think so.

[ And lost. Mahiru doesn't seem concerned, though she doesn't hesitate to retrieve her pieces and start setting up the board again. ]

The older someone grows, the more set in their ways they become. I'm surprised your kind doesn't view us as dangerously unpredictable.

[seventhprogenitor]

[He does the same, humming softly.]

It's a little hard to think of livestock as anything but livestock, with the brains of livestock and stupidity of livestock.

[middaymoon]

I suppose I wouldn't expect a cow to concoct any sort of dangerous scheme.

[ She sits back, waiting for Ferid to take the first turn this time. ]

But I wouldn't assume it was incapable of injuring me, either.

[seventhprogenitor]

There's nothing to fear from weaponless children.

[Ferid makes his first move, playing with another piece and smiling widely at the age old story they fed those in Sanguinem.]

After all, with all the adults dead... there isn't much hope for them outside the walls we're keeping them so protected in. It isn't much a life, but it's all they have now.

[middaymoon]

[ Oh my god, she is not hearing this, is she?

She is. She sighs and plays her own piece. ]

Things really have changed in eight years, haven't they?

[ That's not really a surprise, honestly. She's known for a while that something is coming, but still. ]

[seventhprogenitor]

More than you realize.

[They can play a little bit before he speaks up again, though, eyes flicking up from the board.]

Would you like to know what's become of that world, Mahiru Hiiragi?

[middaymoon]

Very much so.

[ Her voice is calm as she looks up, but there's a flicker of more in her eyes - curiosity and the need to know. ]

A good deal can happen in eight years.

[ Especially with things being left the way she recalls. ]

[seventhprogenitor]

[Time to parse out what to give and how to deliver it.]

The virus was entirely your fault -- humanity's fault -- for meddling in forbidden things they really should keep their nose out of~. It killed everyone over a certain age and those who were left became the livestock they were always meant to be, living in vampire cities across the world. We protect them out of necessity and I can swear to you they're all treated well.

[The basics. He wonders if he should mention those who escaped that fate somehow, the current thorns in their sides, and hums.]

There's been a little trouble, recently. But it isn't worth mentioning to someone who hasn't won a game.