trustfelled | Week 4.

Week 4.

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

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[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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[Brady tasked Mozu with watching Archie's Pokemon yesterday, so... since they've been having a rough week with their trainer dying and all, she's decided to make them a very special breakfast before Brady comes back for them. So, if someone walks into the dining hall in the morning, they'll see Mightyena enthusiastically eating a steak covered in gravy, Muk eating a mixed berry salad with a side of peach juice, and Mozu feeding steak and shrimp kebabs to Sharpedo... maybe a little nervously.

She spends most of the rest of the day in the greenhouse tending to the garden, because she loves gardening more than anything. She's keeping a closer eye on the vegetables and fruit trees than the inedible plants, but everything gets a little attention. She's... occasionally a little distracted, because Mightyena is out with her and he wants to play after a good breakfast. But... she doesn't have any toys, and it's kind of hard to roughhouse with a dog that big... someone help.

Later, she's at the shooting range, where she's proving to be a surprisingly effective shot with a bow... though, she seems a little disconcerted by how many bullseyes she's getting. It's not so much that she has issues with being a good shot, per se, but... should she be aiming for the sides as practice for non-lethal shots?

...and then she gets to thinking that tomorrow... might be yet another murder. So... well, around dinner, she puts up a note in the kitchen.]

hi everyone!! if something bad happens tomorrow im worried rice balls might be getting old, so if you have any good food ideas please put them here and ill try to make it. even if nothing bad happens ill make everyone a nice lunch anyway but tell me what youd like just in case.

[Ohhhh my goodness. This is entirely too much dog for one girl to handle. Jean approaches with caution.]

It's a shame we can't fit a whole field in here. It seems as though he wants to run around, doesn't it?

Heheh, yeah, it does... and it seems like he's used to playing with someone a little bigger.

[young nicholas please]

Maybe the dojo would be a good idea? I think there's lots of stuff in there.

[Jean's expression lights up.] Hey, yeah! You're right! And if he decides to start roughhousing, everything's covered in mats. I mean, Cilan did say these monsters enjoy battling...

[She bends forward a little, trying to get closer to Mightyena's level.]

Whaddya say, boy? Do you wanna play in the dojo? [She's smiling at him, but occasionally her eye darts at the monster's tail. Please, don't knock over that nearby plant, Mightyena...!]

[HE IS VERY EXCITED ABOUT THE IDEA OF MAYBE BATTLING OR AT LEAST ROUGH PLAYING. WAG WAG WAG WAG. Admittedly, Mightyena tend to be a little more stoic than tongue-lolling smiling, but he does look happy.]

Oh, that does make sense! Yeah, I can definitely handle that, but I'd rather have something soft to land on.

[ doge

Being Henry's son, Inigo is pretty fond of most animals. So when he approaches, he takes out a certain ball Mozu might recognize. ]

Hey, boy, do you want to play?

...

[...is that oh god Mightyena is so happy to see a ball but]

...Any ball but that one, Inigo!

[ Inigo nearly throws the ball, but stops at the last second. ]

...Is it your ball, Mozu?

Well...

...yeah, I guess it's technically my ball now. It's actually my village's sacred treasure

In that case, I should return it to you. Sorry, doggy.

[ He holds it out to Mozu and smiles. No sacred fertility ball for you, Mightyena. ]

Sorry, boy. I do have an idea for what you can play with later, though...

[she just thought of it and it's ingenious, so Mightyena looks only mildly disappointed instead of betrayed.]

I sure wish I knew what it was doing here, though. I remember a... well, I guess he's my friend now, but I remember thinking he was kind of a no-good crook before he got it back for me. I guess this stuff just kinda happens, though, huh?

Maybe the Adjudicator decided it would be fun to put our possessions in the machine? My mother's wedding ring was in there.

[ He holds his hand up so Mozu can see the gold ring on his ring finger. ]

...you know, that does seem pretty likely. Gosh, now I'm wondering if there's stuff in there that's mine that I just can't remember...

I've been wondering that too. Aside from the ring, I can't think of anything he could possibly put in there since I don't own much...

Well... there could be stuff you got that you just don't remember, too. That seems like it could be a thing.

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[ Katniss is at the shooting range today--mostly to work off a bit of anxious energy. She's not really expecting a lot of people to come here, so when she sees Mozu, she's damn impressed. ]

I didn't know you practiced.

Well, I did do a lot of hunting back home, so figure I oughta stay in practice, you know?

[string, aim...]

I'm probably gonna get a little rusty about that, though, since it's more important to learn how to hit moving targets than stationary ones.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

[ Notch, aim, fire. ]

I'm thinking about finding a way to get moving targets, somehow. I'll let you know.

I mean, I guess we could make yarn balls and throw them and try to shoot them out of the air?

[Notch, aim...]

We'd probably have to do it in the dojo, though, and we'd probably have to let people know so nobody came in.

Or stuff some of the fabric and use those. Maybe take turns--you shoot, I throw, and I throw, you shoot.

[ Aim, fire. ]

I don't want to kill anyone. Especially because of a mistake.

Yeah, that seems like a good idea. So... maybe one of these days we'll set up a sign outside the dojo and give it a shot. And I guess anybody else who wanted to could come, too, as long as they announced themselves.

Yeah. We've gotta be careful. And maybe some people would want to learn, too. I don't mind teaching anyone.

Neither do I. I mean... for all we know, we could get out of here and then be stuck in the wilderness for weeks on end and we'd be the only ones who know how to hunt properly.

Then we'd have to teach everyone out in the field, and that'd be risky. Best to start while we're ahead.