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!]

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For all your sewing needs~ Well, some at least!

[mylanceisbiggerthanyours]

[Thanks to Brady's idea of offering to make things for folks, there's now a few flyers stuck up about the place. Nothing flourish-y or as pretty as Ferid's, but it's a flyer with information! Also some cute orange and yellow crayon drawings of marigolds, but that's beside the point. It reads:

Lookin' for a new set o'clothes or a accessory, but don't know how to do it? Come see me~
I'll be takin' orders today, an' hope to have stuff ready by tomorrow's party!

Hope to see ya soon!

~Nephenee

She'll helpfully be in the Sewing room in her blue dress, working on some personal gifts while she waits.]

[notaccurate]

[Why yes hello, someone is here for clothes.]

Are you the one who is making clothing?

[mylanceisbiggerthanyours]

[Oh hello! She beckons him in, smiling.]

Yes, sir. Sir Luca, right?

[notaccurate]

Ah...no 'sir', actually, but yes, that is me.

[mylanceisbiggerthanyours]

Sorry...old habit.

[All men are sir, right? Anyway...]

What can Ah do for ya?

[notaccurate]

[Not quite, sorry Neph.]

This might sound a bit strange, but I was wondering if you can make nightclothes.

[mylanceisbiggerthanyours]

[A slight headtilt.]

What sorta nightclothes ya mean?

[notaccurate]

I mean clothes made of a lighter material, to sleep in. See, the weather where I am from is a bit colder, so the clothes I am wearing now are quite heavy. It makes for uncomfortable nights.

[And he's not wearing the provided jammies. Nope. Never.]

[mylanceisbiggerthanyours]

[She doesn't blame you, man. She can't sleep with that thing on, it's too hot!..actually that's why she can't sleep with much on at all, but that's another thing entirely.]

Oh, sure, Ah can understand that...well, any sorta color ya want? Ah gotta buncha cotton to choose from.

[She's never worked with it before the last few days, and it's absolutely amazing~]