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]

[this group is the most polite group of humans he has ever met

like most people would be suspicious of him and wondering what the hell he is, not taking "good genes" for an answer, but you guys are just

i guess there's more important things to wonder than about whatever the hell someone is, like not dying and stuff, but still you guys are just so. polite.]

And I appreciate it very much. If you have a favorite animal, or a pet from home, I'll make you a toy to order as thanks.

[glaciates]

[l i s t e n amestris is a country full of humans and definitely not non-human monsters that are terrible and running the country!!! so there's no reason to worry!!!]

Oh, uh, I don't. Not really. You don't have to worry about that for me. But thanks for the offer.

[seventhprogenitor]

Any-- [another yawn, oh how he despises this,] Anytime, my darling dear. Though perhaps when I'm a touch more myself.

[... He doesn't like not being on top of his game this is weird and he's going to get Aligula back, somehow.]

Did you need something from in here, by the way? Or are you staying to model for me?

[glaciates]

Um, no.

[...that didn't answer both questions, hang on let him try to look less horrified.]

I uh... I was thinking of painting something. Like what Aligula was doing with the walls outside her room.

[seventhprogenitor]

Her little project? I'm sure she'll be thrilled to see someone else joining in.

[Let him just... He'll collect some paint cans for you, Isaac. Don't worry.]

What are you thinking of painting?

[glaciates]

Probably just arrays, things like that. I'm not good at drawing or painting otherwise, but those... they remind me of home.

[He doesn't look at Ferid when he says it, instead he's busy staring at all these brushes. Why are there so many??? Who needs so many different sizes of brushes??]

[seventhprogenitor]

[Humans are like, the most fickle creatures when it comes to brush preferences. Look, there's even some that feel different, and some sponges too, how fucking weird.]

I'm sure they'll look beautiful. The one you have on your hand is, after all.

[its like. rly pleasing to the perfectionist's eye.]

[glaciates]

[You mean the sponges aren't to clean up???????]

Heh, thanks. I designed that one, so it's my favorite. Some of the other alchemists have interesting arrays, but I prefer a simple design that allows me a bit more flexibility in what I can do.

[but it is really beautiful?? like damn]