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

[meanttobe]

[go out on a good note!!]

You know, me too? Like... I wouldn't wish anyone in here, but she's a pretty good one to have around. Fun to talk to, and good at all the party planning and [body inspection] other stuff.

[seventhprogenitor]

[she'll never forgive you if you don't do shit during your afterlife, brady!!!]

I personally hope she never dies because I don't know who could cover for her... important duties.

[Like body inspection.]

[meanttobe]

[please don't ask him for weekly updates guys.....]

Uh, yeah. And, well, 'cause she's my friend. I'd...be really sad if she died.

[seventhprogenitor]

[biweekly.]

I'm sure she'd be terribly sad if anything happened to you as well, Brady. You've become such an endearing part of this place.

[meanttobe]

[he's gonna send you straight to voicemail]

Endearing? [He snorts in amusement.] Well. Thanks, Ferid, glad to hear it? [What do you really say to that?] ...Hey, yo, is there anything I can get you to, like, perk you back up?

[seventhprogenitor]

[u used to call me on ur cell phone

late at night when u neeeed myyy loooov]

Hmmm. Be my model? Coffee's never worked for waking me up, but having something to focus on might.

[meanttobe]

[u can call all u want but theres no1 home

and ur not gonna reach my telephon]

Your. Oh, like uh. Okay, I've never done that before, should I just. Sit here?

[Across from him.]

[seventhprogenitor]

[how bout ur

banana phone]

Yes, just sit there. You may talk if you'd like... but please refrain from moving too much.

[While he. Tries to focus enough to sketch Brady.]

Tell me what your world is like. Not so much how normal it might be... but the kind of world you consider your own. For example, nobility is mine.

[meanttobe]

[i have been bested holy shit]

Uhh. You mean like...my place in society? [He starts to move to scratch his chin but then remembers Ferid's instructions. Still, Brady. Still.]

Um. ...I dunno, I don't really think about that thing a lot? I'm just a kid who likes to relax and have fun.