trustfelled | 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

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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[You built and he tenses up a little, because he's talked with only a few people here about that, and he's self-conscious enough about it back home--

But. Obviously, she remembered something about him, just like he had about her. Funny, that. Abruptly, he stands and practically leaps over his bed, to its far side where there's a small pile of assorted stuff. Like a DVD, and a notebook. He returns with the notebook and kneels down by her, flipping it open to a rather detailed surfboard design.]

Did it look something like this? Like, with a motor, and a water pump system and everything?

Yeah. [She taps the surfboard schematic.] You added a . . . handle, I guess, so when it starts going, there's some stability. It folds down so it's still easy to carry.

. . . You didn't want to tell me you could make surfboards. [She sounds annoyed about this, but in a way that makes it sound like she's annoyed with herself.] You thought I'd think it was stupid.

Oh. Smart idea, good job me. Uh- [What does he...say to that. It's not like something he broadcasts, especially not to-

...not to people like her, with their lives together. Yeah, that makes some sense. Instead of address that, though:]

You, uh. Didn't want to tell me you were going away. [Instead of disappointed or angry, he just sounds a little shameful, like it was his fault.] I think you were worried how I'd react.

My grandpa makes surfboards for a living.

[LIKE. She gets why he was worried and all in this other timeline but, c'mon. Her grandpa making surfboards is how they can afford to live.]

. . . I don't tell people about my mom, though. I think Alyssa is the only one who knows, and that's because I was studying at her house when . . . when my mom went to the hospital. So, I guess we both had secrets.

Hey, I can't say what other-me was thinking.

[Is that how he's referring to them now-]

...Except, it feels kinda stupid having that be the only thing you're good at when everyone else is kind of brilliant. [He sighs.] Okay, maybe I can say what other-me was thinking. This other...whatever it was, sounds like things weren't exactly perfect.

I'm terrible at it. [She laughs, a little unexpectedly.] I wanted to learn a couple years ago, and I totally ruined my first attempt. It's got a huge scoop out of the middle where I got a little over-zealous with my shaping.

Even people who look put together are bad at things, and you're honestly amazing at surfboards. Like, the fact that you made a working prototype for a board that surfs by itself? My grandpa could never.

[Brady can't help but look a little shy.] You mean it? It's tough, but I thought anyone who's smart could pick it up. If even he can't.

[He makes a thoughtful, almost amused nose and folds his notebook closed.]

...I think what you had waiting for you was why you were so determined to get the movie back on track. By the way. It was a little cool, how focused you were. And, sounds like you figured out what your mom really wanted anyway. That's pretty cool too.

Grandpa's good at making surfboards, sure, but he's not an engineer or anything. [. . . Does Brady not know?? That's what he did???] He doesn't make boards out of anything but styro, fiberglass, and wood - super traditional stuff, you know?

. . . I used to prioritize other people's feelings over my own, before my mom died, but she said something to me one of the last times I saw her: "Do what makes you happy, Mack. Stop trying to live for other people." She told me I shouldn't quit surfing just because my aunt said it wouldn't help me get into college. Turn's out the joke's on her - I'm paying for college with surfing scholarships.

[Haha what's an engineer not me]

You can do that? [Looks like he's just focusing on her achievements here.] I guess I shouldn't be surprised, you're like. The girl they call the best on the beach, aren't you?

[He has kind of. Had a feeling that's her.]

Your mom...that advice she gave you, it's really good. Sounds like it's worked out for you.

Maybe it worked too well. [She should apologize, huh. She kinda hecked up last week, like. A lot.] . . . Sorry about last week.

I don't . . . dating is a bad idea here, but I guess everyone needs a friend.

[He shakes his head.] It's okay. I guess I got a little...caught up, in all that. All those memories.

[Is. Is it okay if he... Brady puts a hand on her arm.] I...can definitely do that friend thing, though. Friends is a pretty good thing to be.

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