Week 4.

[trustfelling]

WEEK 4 Three more Competitors died this past week. Chitoge Kirisaki tried to take matters into her own hands only to be punished as a result while William Flemming and Archie both tried to take the Adjudicator up on his word and escape. Three more of you are gone, but there's no going back now. 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... Once again, another set of doors has opened up - this time at the end of the western corridor, leading up and toward the north. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; consider it a reward for surviving another week. COMPETITORS REMAINING: 23

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week four 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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TUESDAY

[trustfelling]

INCENTIVE.

[andexecutioner]

[It seems that Tuesday afternoons with the Adjudicator are going to become routine; shortly after noon, his voice can be heard throughout the building.]

I've got something to tell you today; gather in the foyer in about ten minutes.

[It doesn't seem to have the urgency that the punishments do; probably another incentive, then.

Either way, it doesn't matter too much if you show up or not, it's largely a formality; he'll still be heard no matter where you are, given the way the intercom's set up.]

Some of you have asked me about this place, and what it's capable of doing; I haven't been able to give you too many answers, but I figure I can let you know at least one thing about it.

The longer you stay here, the more your influence back home dies.

It'll be pretty subtle at first - just people taking a moment to remember that you're not there anymore - but eventually? Your influence will be erased from the world. Everything you've done will be forgotten, and once it's forgotten? It'll be reversed. Your life will have meant nothing. Your sacrifices will have meant nothing. Do you understand what I'm telling you? Stay here too long, and you might as well have never existed back home.

Of course, Rule Seven is also an option, if you don't want that to happen; otherwise, what happens here is beyond my control.

[hesperos]

[ listen, listen, he's just gonna -- ]

Always have to be dramatic with these, huh?

[fittedgloves]

[ The existential crisis aspect of the incentive isn't something that worries her. Instead, she's afraid of what might happen to her classmates. Would they survive the trials? Would they choose the wrong culprit?

The other incentives didn't bother her so much, but this one... it's worrisome.

Kyouko doesn't stick around, leaving right after the announcement. ]

Re: INCENTIVE.

[fortunatedetective]

[Naoto crosses her arms. Let's reason, Naoto. What would happen if you had never been there?

Well in her time as a detective she never worked alone. There were always other people to work with, they could manage to triumph at some point. Inaba...the Investigation Team should be fine, too. It may take them longer to catch the culprit, but it may happen at some point...she really hopes. Overall it could be said the changes wouldn't exactly doom the world, as far as she knows.

The emotional implications are much harder to deal with. She frowns. This really isn't pleasant to think about]

[innocentloveholic]

[ ...stay here too long, and you might as well have never existed back home.

That'd mean her man would forget all about her, right? The Thirteen Kings, too—that's not so bothersome (except it is, in a way she can't really place)—but her boo. Her bae. Her soulmate.

It's leaving her a little more fidgety than other incentives have (regret is not something she generally has, changing things using someone else's power is not her ninja way, things like that), but— really, if they go back, that means it'll be reversed, right? No matter how long it takes.

ugh why does this one have to be like this. ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

[... well, that's unexpected. But... the sacrifice she made, erased or not, was to stop her own role in a tragedy. To end a lifetime of servitude, one might say. Without her, Handsome Jack would have a harder time finding a way to charge the Vault Key, a harder time keeping tabs on everyone, her mother would still be alive-]

Good.

[Her voice is shakier than she'd like it to be, but there it is. And then she turns to leave the foyer.]

[seventhprogenitor]

[...

At this point, with that dream still fresh in his mind, could he really afford that? Not existing back home? It wasn't like he was in the spotlight in the first place, but... losing all of that entirely? Simply because he's been here too long, enjoying what feels like a vacation?

...]

I wonder how long "too long" is, here~. For all we know, that could be the next few weeks or the next year! Let's not worry too much about time constraints, shall we, bluffing or not~.

[andneversaydie]

...

[hm. well. she could.]

I'm not sure how that'd even work. There's magic and then there's nonsense.

[greenmamabear]

[Everything you've done gone.

Everything you've made gone.

Her face pales, as much as it can, as she stumbles backward.{

N-no... You can't be serious... That... You...

[She has to get out of the foyer before she breaks down in front of someone.]

[andneversaydie]

...

[oh. oh no.]

...Fern, I'm sure he's bluffing. It... It can't be that bad.

[hesperos]

[ SO, Yuri can be found in the dining room sometime after motive, because he decides he should actually get out some of the stuff he received from last week and see if it belonged to anyone. Also, someone should remind him to use coins more often, because he has a tendency to forget to do that. Whoops.

There's only a few items he's placed on the table-- just the regular boxed lunch which he probably kept in the fridge or something, a kitty hairpin he's considering wearing (no), an antique doll, annnnnnnd an Eridium Brick. You know some random weird glowing purple rock. ]

Alright, so... anyone know what kinda rock this is and who it belongs to?

[ Later on he can be found briefly in the dojo, probably practicing some moves, but then he'll actually stop again by the greenhouse in the afternoon. He'll be taking another look at the flowers, or just taking a walk, needing some time to himself because ... well. There was what happened earlier in the week, right? He just needed some time to clear his thoughts, mostly. Although if someone comes on by, he won't be afraid to offer them a slight smile. ]

Hey, you doing alright?

dining room

[fittedgloves]

I've never seen anything like that before.

[ She leans over to get a better look. It's tempting to touch it, but what if it's dangerous... ]

dining room

[didntgetdadslooks]

[OH HEY, ANOTHER ONE...]

I can tell you what it is, anyway, if that helps.

Greenhouse

[greenmamabear]

[She hadn't gotten a good look around the greenhouse yet and she could use the distraction.]

As well as I can be. [Which is not well at all.] You?

dojo

[meanttobe]

[Brady's back in the dojo for another round of self-taught self-defense! He gets pretty immediately distracted by Yuri because he looks. A lot better than he is, at anything.]

Whoa, flexible.

[innocentloveholic]

[ ...the incentive's thrown her off a little more than she'd liked to admit, so there's like, only one thing to do:

aggressively decorate something okay, no, but she will be in the art studio for some time. She's working on several things it seems—the most notable is a stack of papers for a "pool party". ...yeah yeah there was supposed to be a fashion show, but now they have a pool!!! Obviously, a pool party takes precedence, especially since it might be a murder room this week. Gotta take advantage of the fact no one's dead in it (yet).

Afterwards, she'll be found in the greenhouse; she actually enjoys it a lot, because it's something genuinely new to her, and she can be found sitting with the flowers. That's probably not really surprising. The flowers part, anyway. She might have a book or two with her from the library, but they're really nothing special—some Poe, some Whitman. She's humming something catchy.

Her last official stop of the day before the meeting today is... the infirmary; she's looking through the medicines today, taking out ones for colds and things like that and studying them, before referring to the pharmacology book beside her on the counter. Most of them she puts back—evidently they're not what she's looking for—but a few get to stay. They're to help with sleep; evidently someone's been having a rough time of it. ]

greenhouse

[seventhprogenitor]

[The flower part isn't very surprising, no, and Ferid sits beside her.]

You fit among the flowers, Aligula, your spring wedding really would go perfectly.

art studio

[glaciates]

[Isaac comes in after awhile, looking like he's actually here on a mission instead of just exploring. He pauses when he catches sight of Aligula and makes That Face before recovering a bit.]

Oh, uh, hey. What are you doing?

[He approaches and picks up one of the finished fliers and his expression brightens a bit.]

Hey, good idea. Who wouldn't enjoy a pool party?

[someone who isn't as obsessed with water probably jeez]

art studio

[meanttobe]

[He's only walking by- alone, seems Sharpedo's somewhere else right now- when he sees Aligula working on a flyer. Well, he can't help but stop in on a friend.]

You're throwing a new party? Cool, I- [!!!] Oh, sweet, a pool party?!

[you did it, you have completely gotten him excited]

infirmary

[notaccurate]

[While Aligula is going through the meds, Luca will just happen to go in there as well. He will stop short of his own search, though, when he sees Aligula in there.

Nosy guy is nosy and he's going to look at her meds. Not that he recognizes the name of most of them, since lol 1800s, but he's still curious.]

Is everything alright?

art studio

[didntgetdadslooks]

[Party posters! Yoooo!]

Pool party, huh?

[killedbyapig]

[it is, perhaps, exactly the last thing one would expect him to be doing.

he'd spent a long while in the greenhouse, of all places, picking flowers, of all things. they're all dissimilar except for one thing: they are all blue. different species, different types-- but, they are all blue flowers.

he's sad, a little, because he couldn't find any blue roses.

he's in the dining room now, with a relatively large mug of coffee (but not a bowl this time, he's not suicidal) and he seems to be braiding these flowers into a crown. it's messy and oddly shaped, and most of the flowers are bruised by his fingers, but he seems very concentrated on his work.]

dining room

[meanttobe]

[Well this is the opposite of what Brady expects to see from this guy.]

You're making a flower crown, dude?

dining room

[cilantro]

[So, uh... hey, Robert. Cilan peeks into the dining room, and when he notices the man and what he's doing, Cilan watches for a little while before he decides to do something he should have done at least three days ago.

And that is to approach the man--carefully, not too sudden and making sure the guy realizes we're here not by sneaking up on him, but approaching from a direction where he'll see us coming. Cilan's also got Stunfisk with him, which might help a little here in case the man suddenly stands to try to hit us before we can speak: we're not here to fight, after all.]

Excuse me, Mr. Robert? [Is that the proper way to address him, he's not sure.] May I speak with you for a moment?