Week 3.

[trustfelling]

WEEK 3 The end of the second week sees two more people dead, and two more rooms sitting empty in the dormitories. Nephenee and Rideaux Zek Rugievit are both gone, but with the start of the third week, it looks as though the game will continue on without them. 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. 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... Meanwhile, it looks like another set of doors have opened up at the end of that southern hallway, leading to another long corridor stretching out to the east. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; you've earned it, after all. COMPETITORS REMAINING: 26

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week three 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

art room

[seventhprogenitor]

[Well, well, well, what dooo we have here?]

What's this, Aligula? Already depleting our supplies for this week's event?

[... Not that he's blaming her, considering he's taking a canvas for something and putting paints on a palette.]

[innocentloveholic]

Sooomething like that!

[ and hey she can always ask the Adjudicator for more if she wants to— ]

What're you painting?

[seventhprogenitor]

I'm not sure yet. Maybe those who've left our company, or those I favor most.

[... Or maybe a sun with glasses on it, who knows.]

Any suggestions?

[innocentloveholic]

[ why would a sun need glasses tho ]

Your first love! [ of course. ] Or like, a family portrait of your loves! Then you can tell me alllll about them.

[seventhprogenitor]

[beats me humans are all about that tho]

My first love is lost to time, I'm afraid; the only thing I recall without any trouble at all is her habit of wearing ribbons.

[... Hence his ribbons.]

But I suppose the second won't be too hard.

[As long as you can stand the hours it's gonna take to sketch them out.]

[innocentloveholic]

[ humas are so weird tbh ]

Has it really been that long? You don't really seem like the watchman-type. [ ... ] And humas weren't like, super fashionable or cool back then, from what Femt's said.

[seventhprogenitor]

[tbh tbh]

Watchman-type?

[innocentloveholic]

Someone who watches! [ ...okay?? ] Are you gonna keep your clothes pink forever, or are you gonna ever bleach it out?

[seventhprogenitor]

[okay???]

I rather like the color~. Though I may bleach them this week, actually. I miss the pristine white.

[...]

But I'm useless in knowing how.

[innocentloveholic]

[ ... ]

Dump bleach in water and then throw your clothes in? I dunno. Maybe the new library has something on it.

[seventhprogenitor]

I'll look into it tonight, I suppose.

[Maybe he'll have pristine whites in time for their ~fashion show~.]

Going back -- are those so old really called "watchman" types? Or is there something special about it?

[innocentloveholic]

It's not important! [ ...yeah, no, it really isn't. ] Buuuut there's probably something about it? They're— ooh, they're like the observer thingy. They just watch. It's boring.

[ ...so yeah. ]