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]

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.]

[notaccurate]

I think most people were focused on their own misery, so they did not notice those who were absent.

[He is going to walk around the music room now, looking over the instruments.]

So, what do you play?

[seventhprogenitor]

[Good. Maybe he can get out of the next one, too; there's no way someone isn't going to kill, after all. Humans were like that.]

All of this and more, but I favor the viola and piano above all. Do you play any yourself?

[notaccurate]

[Come on Ferid, have at least a little faith in people.]

The piano, though it has been many years. I, ah, stopped playing after I was married.

[seventhprogenitor]

[Not-a-chance~!]

Why's that?

[notaccurate]

After my son was born, my wife said the racket would wake him. Which is ridiculous, babies love classical music, but Carmen can't always be reasoned with.

[seventhprogenitor]

And you're a father! That's darling, Luca, simply darling! Perhaps you'll be more willing to talk about the light of your life, since Fern holds out so much about hers -- what's your son like?

[notaccurate]

[Oh look, something Luca is far more willing to talk about!]

He's a good son. Very studious. He's going to grow up into a fine man, I can tell.

[seventhprogenitor]

Just like you, no doubt~. Does he look more like you or his mother? Has he gotten into those troubling rebellious years yet? What's his favorite subject in school?

[notaccurate]

Actually, I have a picture of him here. It came out of the vending machine, somehow. The next time we are by our rooms, remind me to show you.

And I certainly hope he's not rebellious yet, he's only six. Barely even old enough for grammar school, let alone hooliganism.

[seventhprogenitor]

I'd love to see it, and you never know! I'd say it'd be better for him to get it out while he's still well within your sights, and not outside of it.

[Less of a chance for him to hook flings with hot guys, probably.]

[notaccurate]

[FERID HE IS A CHILD

Also Luca snorts at that.]

As if his mother would allow any rebelliousness.