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

[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?

[meanttobe]

[Ohhh, now he gets it. A little smile.]

That's like asking if water is wet, my man, I am so up for it.

[seventhprogenitor]

I thought you would be~. What sort of things are you going to play?

[meanttobe]

Probably just some covers on the guitar. [And he's signing up to do just that!] The stuff I've written is a little too...unpolished, and I dunno, it wouldn't feel right to play it for someone on a guitar other than my good ol' Fender from home.