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!]

Comments

[seventhprogenitor]

It's the truth, Aligula, and I won't say anything more about it. Now, what is your favorite from Whitman here?

[Tap tap!!]

[innocentloveholic]

[ U G H. ]

I don't have one. They're all... dumb. [ ... ] I was trying to find the one Walty read to me though. Something about astronomers and math.

[seventhprogenitor]

[Ah. Ahem.]

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

[innocentloveholic]

Yeah, that one! [ ...... ] You've got way too much time on your hands, Ferid.

[seventhprogenitor]

I memorize things very easily, Aligula. That's all.

[half the fuckin reason he was so bored growing up actually

and it's only gotten worse as he's gotten to this age]

[innocentloveholic]

[ too much time. ]

Write it down for me so I can learn it. If Walty ever kicks the bucket or snaps, I want to recite it to him!

[seventhprogenitor]

I'll do so~. Whatever did he read it to you for?

[the man does not seem the poetic type by far]

[innocentloveholic]

Information. I had some I wanted to share with him, since he's all "grr grr I'm gonna play by my rules" all the tiiiime... and I wanted to hear him be a sensitive soul, so like, there's nothing better than a little trade, right?

[ all it did was make him look sick about poetry tbh but she figures everyone looks sick when they read Whitman. ]

[seventhprogenitor]

Right, there's nothing better~. Tell me it too.

[bitch you woke her up at an ungodly hour of the morning do you think she's gonna tell you]

[innocentloveholic]

[ ahahahahahahaha ]

Nope! If it comes up during the meeting today, you'll hear it then like everyone else minus Glacial—because I told him the same thing the other day!—but no sooner~!

[seventhprogenitor]

You told Isaac and Walter before me? Aren't we friends, Aligula~?

[innocentloveholic]

Friends is sort of a strong word for what we are, isn't it Ferid?

[seventhprogenitor]

[He presses his hand to his chest, a hurt look on his face.]

That stings! Really, truly, I'm wounded! How could you say such a cruel thing, Aligula?

[innocentloveholic]

It wasn't that hard. [ aligula!! ] I'm only kiddiiing.

[ probably. anyway, ]

I knooow you like hearing about all the goodies before everyone else, but you've just gotta wait this time. It's your punishment. [ part one. ]

[seventhprogenitor]

[Punishment... He got off light for last night, huh? How nice.]

Very well, I can wait like anyone else. What's your favorite flower?

[innocentloveholic]

[ honey, you got a big storm comin' ]

That's like asking me what my favorite color is, Ferid, it's totally impossible to choose! [ Hmmm~ ] Roses of all kinds, of course, and red tulips, daisies, daffodils, calla lilies, white cherry blossoms...

[seventhprogenitor]

I thought roses would be your favorite, but I hadn't realized it was only one of your favorites~! I think slipper orchids in particular fit you best, however.

[innocentloveholic]

Those are pretty too! [ just. ] I love all kinds of flowers, you know! They're all so pretty and wonderful and great...

But none of them come close to my favorite plant of all time.

[seventhprogenitor]

The Venus Fly Trap?

[She seems like the type.]

[innocentloveholic]

[ ... ]

One that's like that, but like, a ton bigger. Humas have such small versions...

[seventhprogenitor]

It's a pity, really. Have you ever heard of Audrey Two?

[innocentloveholic]

Noooo. Tell me about her... it? Them? It!

[seventhprogenitor]

Audrey Two is an infamous plant from a movie called Little Shop of Horrors~. It came from outer space and tricks a poor florist named Seymour into feeding it his blood, which is the only way it can grow and survive. Seymour's also entangled with his own heaping of romance issues with the original Audrey, the woman the plant was named after.

[... God, he wants to show her this film. Maybe he'll ask the Adjudicator for a projector and some movies.]

I think you'd simply adore it, Aligula!

[innocentloveholic]

It sounds like a totally promising movie that could totally be based on a true story!

[ ....I MEAN. ]

Won't you show me it sometime, Ferid? Even if it's not in here, maybe some time else?

[seventhprogenitor]

[... YOU KNOW. HE'S NEVER ASKED ABOUT WHERE SHE COMES FROM TO BE ABLE TO SAY THAT, AND HE'S NOT STARTING NOW.]

Of course! It's almost criminal you've never seen it~.