trustfelled | Week 2.

Week 2.

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.

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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!]

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[It seems today is going to go a little differently than the usual; shortly after noon, the Adjudicator's voice can be heard throughout the building, presumably through that intercom system in the walls.]

I've got something for you today. You've got ten minutes to gather in the foyer.

[...Not like it really matters if you show up or not; you'll be able to hear him throughout the halls regardless of where you are. He's using the public-address system for a reason, after all.]

Sounds like a lot of you have troubles that you're trying to fight against back home, some more personal than others. I've got an offer for you that might help you out a bit.

Anyone who manages to complete Rule Seven this week will receive something of a bonus – I can offer you the chance to change something about your situation back home. Any one thing that you want, no matter how difficult it might seem.

If you're going to ask how, keep in mind that I brought you here in the first place, and what I've already shown myself capable of doing. Altering situations is what I do.

Just something for you to think about.

[And it seems like that's going to be all, as far as public speaking goes; any attempts to yell at him through the intercom will be met with silence.]

Edited 2016-07-12 16:04 (UTC)

[ First thing in the morning, Mahiru can be found in the kitchen, once again looking like she's not entirely awake just yet. In fact, she seems far more exhausted than she usually does each morning. Those dreams last night had been... something else. She's in her ridiculous onesie at the moment, but she's pretty sure her dignity can handle the blow.

Later, once she's awake properly, Mahiru can be found in the game room... tapping on the walls? Indeed, that seems to be exactly that. She leans in close, knocks a few times with her knuckles, and then moves down a few inches and tries again. Who knows what she's looking for, but she doesn't seem to be making much progress. ]

[Don't fail your larvae... like I did mine.

Fern wasn't expecting to sleep easy after the trial but she certainly wasn't expecting the bizarre nightmares that followed. Why did a dream make her feel so... guilty?

After eating a quiet, confused meal in the dining room, she starts to investigate. She's almost disappointed when she sees the double doors have opened. Mallick was right, Juri's letting them progress.

Still, she'll immediately start looking around the infirmary. This was of high priority. Maybe death could actually be averted in here.]

[When he wakes up in a cold sweat, Walter pinches himself.

You'll find that he is...surprisingly vacant, today. Moreso than usual. He moves about the building like a ghost, eyes wide and ignoring practically everyone who might acknowledge him. You might find him in the bathroom, staring vacantly into a mirror, before he removes his glasses. He stares at them for some time, taking note of the black frames...these are new.

Later on, he moves towards the game room, looking over the boards and game pieces. Walt moves towards a drawer and begins looking for chess pieces, and when he finds a king piece...he stares at it. He contemplates.]

[... All things considering, his dreams had been painfully mundane, if a little odd. Shows what taking naps will do to you, he guesses. Maybe he'll do it again tonight to see what happens.

More importantly, though, he'd gotten a lovely game of Go from the vending machine -- the pieces, anyway, he just needed to find someone to play with and perhaps a flat area to draw the lines -- and peeking into their new spaces fills him with a never-ending joy. Mallick had been right! They progressed!

He wonders if they'll need to kill three people for the next set. My, wouldn't that be mor... what is Mahiru doing.]

Oooh, looking for secret passages~?

[ After her dream last night, Kyouko feels... confused. That dream was so vivid, so real, she's afraid of what that might mean. She's worried that it wasn't just a dream.

In order to distract herself, Kyouko decides to explore the second corridor, and she's looking over it pretty thoroughly. Anyone who comes across her might see her running her hands along the walls, opening any drawers she can or digging through shelves. Basically, Kyouko's leaving nothing untouched.

After exploring the new locations, Kyouko decides to go to the game room. She has cards laid out on the table, playing solitaire. It's not really much of a distraction, though, as she seems to be pretty lost in thought.

In the evening, Kyouko can be found in the sewing room looking through all the fabrics. While she's not really experienced with sewing, she might give it a shot here. They have all the time in the world, after all. ]

[It was almost a sleepless night for Aymeric, if it wasn't for the vivid dream he had. It woke him up right when the clock hit seven and he was a bit grateful for it. That and the soundproof walls because he swore he yelled something that shouldn't be heard. Grabbing any clean clothes he has, he'll be in the kitchen drinking any type of tea available. Minus chamomile because obvious reasons.

When he is a bit more awake, he'll be taking a look around in the game room. Some of these he has no idea about but chess...that seems to be a common staple no matter which world one is from. For now, he might as well look at the stranger ones just to get his mind off that dream...]

[Mozu... manages to put on her goofy sheep onesie, make it to the kitchen, almost mechanically and... kind of vacantly goes through the refrigerator, looks at the stove... but in the end, she doesn't eat anything. It's almost like she's worse off than she was last night, and she won't speak unless spoken to.

...a bit later, she can later be found in the laundry room, where it appears she's started to wash her normal outfit... "started" being the operative term. She's... erm, trying to work herself out of crying in the corner.]

...it... it was just a nightmare, so why...?

[...she's pretty scarce after that. It's not until later in the day that she finally checks out the new rooms. It's... kind of disheartening that the door wasn't a way out, and her heart isn't really in looking through it, but she notes that some of the rooms will be good to look through when she gets out of her funk --- which is definitely just a funk. It has to be. She's not... dealing well with the two real deaths she just experienced, but she shouldn't be so worked up over a dream, should she?

...so of course, to make Mozu's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day even worse, when poking around the infirmary, she... opens the refrigerator to the blood bags.

...you've. you've got to draw a line in the stand. you've gotta look inside yourself and say what am I prepared to deal with today?]

...aah...

[NOT FUCKING THIS.]

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!

[Naoto wakes up and feels a very brief sense of satisfaction: she was right. There was memory loss.

The satisfaction goes away when she realizes the implications of what she remembered. It isn't pleasant at all]

I wouldn't stand aside and let something like that happen, would I...?

[She gets to exploring the new area. She once again has a lot of paper and a pen, making inventory about everything she can find in the new rooms, but her mind isn't completely into her task. In the sewing room, she gets lost in thought and stares at the yarn but maybe too long. She looks...pretty troubled, actually.

Later she'd be in the game room. She's examining every single game, although she stops for a moment to set up a chessboard. It wouldn't be unpleasant to indulge in a game of chess with someone else later.

After that, she continues her investigation. The Game Room seems like the most likely place to hold anything worthwhile. Look at all these board games, the books...could anything here hold something unusual? Naoto starts examining the books, as if she expected documents or something similar to be among them]

[WELL SHIT.]

M-Mozu?! [She's racing over from the other end of the room please don't be stabbed or whatever????]

[That was a scream! Naoto burst into the Infirmary, prepared for whatever she may find. There is Mozu, screaming at the blood. Could she be afraid of blood?]

Mozu-san! Did anything happen?

[ When she wakes up, it's in a cold sweat. She's shaking from her dream, whatever the hell that was. Katniss has to wonder if it was really a dream, because it felt so... real. Her brain must've been working in overdrive, because there's a lot to remember, and it's all rushing back to her at once. It makes her dizzy, and she has to grip her sheets tight to keep a hold on herself.

The Quarter Quell. Being forced to go into the arena again after surviving it once--somehow, with Peeta. Peeta. Does he love her? She thinks he does. She'd been kissing him, she'd been damned hysterical when she thought he'd nearly died. Finnick Odair had-- had mentioned something about a baby, and it just seems like a cruel things to dream about. Katniss is determined to never have kids, after all, and with Peeta Mellark? Impossible. He'd just thrown her bread, brunt bread, when she needed it the most, that's all. He'd given her hope when she had none. Other than that... They're not even friends. So why would she dream about kissing him, crying over his prone body, desperate for both of them to leave the Arena one way or another?

Katniss remembers she'd dreamed the other Tributes, Finnick Odair and Johanna Mason and Enobaria, with her teeth filed into cruel points... Johanna Mason, cutting into her arm for some absurd reason Katniss can't even begin to explain or guess. Destroying the arena, nearly dying in the aftermath of it from so much electricity inside of her. The pearl that Peeta had given her, hearing Prim's screams and being unable to tell if they were real or not real... Peeta. Peeta. Peeta. Worrying about him, worrying if she'd be able to get him out, too, because if anyone deserves to survive it's him.

Needless to say, when Katniss leaves her room, she's considerably paler than even last night. She's got her bag at her hip, and it's filled with food--she can be found in the kitchen, too, right when it opens, considering her choices. She's gotten a little more used to the richer stuff, but she still doesn't want to push it--so she sticks to stuff she knows she can stomach, like crackers and some fresh vegetables and fruit.

At least they have an infirmary now, which is where Katniss goes, in search of some burn ointment. She almost considers some of those painkillers, but she files their location away. Just in case.

Next, she goes to the game room, curious more than anything. There are a lot of games she's never seen before, including-- ]

... What's Monopoly?

[ She has company, it seems. Yay...? Mahiru glances over her shoulder at Ferid, and then offers him a bland smile. ]

Secret rooms.

[ She gestures around her. ]

I haven't had a chance to measure in detail, but the length of the hallway doesn't match up with the length of the rooms.

[ "I understand that you're frightened... But why not begin to share your dance with the rest of us, a little at a time?"

"Laurent. I don't... Thank you. I don't know what to say. Hearing you say that feels amazing. I feel like a weight's been lifted off me."

Inigo's dream is more than a little nonsensical, but he wakes up in a surprisingly good mood. The Laurent in his dream said some wonderful things and he almost feels ready to show his dance to Ferid now. Almost, he needs a little more time to perfect his dance routine.

He makes some fried eggs for breakfast, having finally stopped being so intimidated by the stove, and can be found eating in the dining room beore he goes to explore the second corridor.

The infirmary is a strange place and you'll find him staring in confusion at those blood bags he just discovered in the refrigerator. Is... is this meant to be used for some unholy dark magic? He knows some of that stuff involves sacrifices and other unpleasant things so that's the first thing that comes to mind.

A little later, he goes to the game room to poke around and see what kinds of games they have. Some are completely foreign to him, but he recognizes chess and Go, at least. ]

Edited 2016-07-10 18:54 (UTC)

[he dreams of visiting Lyanna's grave, and of Ned agreeing to become his Hand and travel south with him. wishful thinking, he supposes. a somewhat pleasant dream hardly makes up for the living nightmare happening around him, but it's enough to make him get up in the morning.

when he sees that a new area has been opened up, he just shakes his head sadly.]

... Suppose he was right. Damn.

[most of the new stuff seems like either girly shit or maester shit that he could not care less about. the game room attracted him with books of men with swords on the front of them, but he seems incredibly disappointed as he casually flips through them. so many words. so many numbers. so few stabbing people with swords.]

[Observant as always, it'd seem, and Ferid decides to set up his little game while he watches her. He doesn't have to mark any tables..! How nice.]

There's more hallway than there are rooms, in other words. Maybe one of them is our host's bedroom~.

[Or something more important.]

Still, why not save it for tonight? There won't be many people out -- save myself, of course -- and you won't be as bothered as you could be. [Save him, of course.] Play with me instead~, I want to see how good you are.

S'all about buying buildings and streets with fake money.

[She's just looking over the other games herself.]

That doesn't really bode well for us, does it?

[Kind of damning actually.]

They made a game about that?

Yeah. You run out of money, you lose.

[She pauses in her search to consider this.] I guess its probably more appealing to people who've never run out of money? [She can't think of a single person in her neighborhood, herself included, who likes thinking about that.]

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