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

[didntgetdadslooks]

[Listen if it works at distracting them from their terrible memory regains...?]

I mean they... they have sex for like ten pages? It's like someone took a short story and soaked it in a jar of adjectives. And really weird euphemisms for body parts.

[flagitate]

[ Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. Katniss snorts lightly. ]

Weird euphemisms, huh. Do I even want to know?

[didntgetdadslooks]

[Oh absolutely, but it's embarrassing in a together way.]

Apparently, the guys arms are the branches of a mighty tree, and his uh. Other relevant body part for this scene is a pillar? Like... one of the ones that hold buildings up?

[flagitate]

[ ... ]

Sounds like a seriously heavy guy.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Yeah, I... don't know if I'd really want that. In a guy. The book goes on and on about the woman's breasts, too, but it doesn't call them trees at least.

[flagitate]

If they were described like that, I'd be worried for the woman. I know I don't want trees growing out of my chest.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Yeah, the descriptions of them are kinder. Most of it just boils down to "they're really soft," since the guy keeps touching them. "Silk-smooth," stuff like that.

[flagitate]

Seriously? How do people even read this stuff with a straight face?

[didntgetdadslooks]

I have no idea. I mean the writing makes the girl sound cute and nice at least, but the guy just sounds... mean? I don't know.

[flagitate]

Maybe some girls are into that.

[ Not her, clearly, if her relationship with Peeta in the dreams is anything to go by. ]

I don't get it.

[didntgetdadslooks]

I don't either. I'm gonna... probably put this back, later. Try and find something less... this.

[flagitate]

Yeah. Maybe I could go with you. See if I can find something.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Sure! I'm sure there's something in there you'd like.

[flagitate]

So. Tomorrow, or--

[didntgetdadslooks]

Tomorrow works. Unless you want to go now, but... you look a little worse for wear.

[flagitate]

Tomorrow.

[ She can't even be offended because she knows it's completely true. ]

In the morning? Afternoon?

[didntgetdadslooks]

Whenever you want. I know I don't have plans.

[flagitate]

I'll come by your room... sometime.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Sure thing. I'll be waiting.

[flagitate]

Yeah.

... Thanks for the toast. Sleep well.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Night, Katniss. You too.