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

library

[bluemeanie]

[here comes fucking baldie, about to look through the shelves when he regards her for just a moment.]

It's a classic. [referring to pride and prejudice, of course.]

[innocentloveholic]

[ OH GREAT, IT'S THIS GUY ]

That means it's totally boring to read, doesn't it... [ But classics are great... is she going to brave this. Hmmm.

Probably. Eventually. ] What're you gonna read, a book on winning friends and influence?

[bluemeanie]

[hahaha fuck -you-, lady. he flashes her a well-worn copy of leaves of grass like it's a police badge.]

Poetry.

[innocentloveholic]

Ooh, so you've got a sensitive soul hidden under all that... everything of yours!

[ wow, aligula, you sure got him— ]

Is it any good?

[bluemeanie]

[oh. yeah. that's...totally it.]

I would consider Walt Whitman to be one of the greatest poets of all-time, yes.

[innocentloveholic]

Do you think that because he's actually good, or because you share a lot of your name with him?

[ Walt... Walter... Whitman... White... ]

[bluemeanie]

[The comparison has his blood run cold for...just a second, and it's very noticeable.

"W.W., who do you suppose that is? Willy Wonka. Woodrow, Wilson. Walter White."]

...No, no. He's...legitimately considered to be one of the world's greatest humanists.

[innocentloveholic]

[ ...She unexpectedly touched on something, didn't see. Aligula tilts her head a little, then goes back to looking at her book. ]

What's that? [ oh so innocently asked, like she hadn't noticed a thing, really. ]

[bluemeanie]

[Good. Gives him a little bit of time to get back on track.]

...I suppose you could say that a humanist is a...sort of philosopher. One who argues for critical thinking and the good in people.

[innocentloveholic]

I'm gonna bet ten zeros that you're not one.

[ ...CRITICAL THINKING YES, good in people no. ]

[bluemeanie]

I try to see the good in people. [no he doesn't]

But I'm much more of a realist.

[innocentloveholic]

[ she'd win money she knows it. ]

I totally figured that. [ A realist who likes a humanist's poetry..... She'll set her Austen novel on her lap and give him her attention. Ahemhemhem. ] Read me your favorite!

[bluemeanie]

...I am not going to read you poetry.

[does he look like gale boetticher to you]

[innocentloveholic]

[ um you have her full attention you damn well better become gale boetticher ]

I'll tell you something totally cool I learned the other day if you do.

[bluemeanie]

[GALE BOETTICHER GOT A BULLET IN THE SKULL BECAUSE OF HIM HE'S NOT PLANNING ON IT]

My favorite poem isn't even in here.

[innocentloveholic]

[ BE THE BETTER GALE BOETTICHER ]

Then just read your favorite out of whatever's in there! This totally isn't hard, Methodical, don't be a big dumb-dumb!

[bluemeanie]

...Methodical. Jesus, you don't even know my name, do you.

[grumbling as he pads through this stupid book]

[innocentloveholic]

I totally do, I just like the titles more. I don't even call the Adjudicator by his real name. [ ...unless she really wants something.

And then there's—special people, who get a name. But she'll, uh. Hmmm. ] ...If it bothers you, I guess I can use your name, but like, Methodical's not even that bad of a title? Not like Inny... Inigo's. Which is why he totally told me to call him Inigo instead.

[bluemeanie]

I'd like to be referred to by more than a title, yes. Especially one that he's given me.

[innocentloveholic]

...Soooo, would anything aside from your title do? Could I call you Crabman instead?

[ aligula no ]

[bluemeanie]

...Nobody in the history of the universe has ever wanted to be called "Crabman".

[innocentloveholic]

[ ... ]

Walter's such an ugly name though.

[bluemeanie]

It's my name.

[innocentloveholic]

I know. [ ...that honestly makes it twice as ugly. ] Found a poem, Walty?


[ oh my god. at least it isn't... crabman..??? ]

[bluemeanie]

...I wasn't looking. [grumble grumble flipping through pages now]