Week 7.

[trustfelling]

WEEK 7 In a surprise twist, no one died this week. Well, unless you count Chitoge Kirisaki, who returned to the land of the living only to die the same day. Maybe you all are onto something. Or maybe you were just lucky. On Sunday morning the clock chimes as it always has, and while there are no bodies to find today, you might not have had a very good night's sleep anyway. It seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost again, even though no one was murdered this past week. Surprisingly, a new set of doors hasn't opened up anywhere. You can search the entire facility if you'd like, but you won't find any new rooms or hallways. It looks as though you didn't earn anything new. COMPETITORS REMAINING: 17

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week seven 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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THURSDAY

[trustfelling]

[greenmamabear]

[What the fuck is this

She remembers reading it way back when, but she wasn't expecting to have it in her hands again. And despite her concern, she doesn't pass out after reading it like last time. Maybe it doesn't work the same way out here? Still, she feels like combing over the children's book in the library and she keeps it close to her person throughout the day.

Otherwise, her time is spent playing more Berzerk in the arcade yelling at the screen (she'll get away from Evil Otto someday) and working in the laundry room. Most people has learned how it works, but she wants to keep things clean. She feels weird wearing one of her hospital gown so she's washing her dress and wearing one of those ugly things they have in their rooms.

Every now and then she'll start furiously scrubbing at her own hands. She can't see the green, but maybe it will go away if she just keeps washing...

She'll talk if someone approaches her but, uh. She's a little hesitant to look for anyone herself after the meeting. The warmth of the reassurances has faded and fear of rejection is back.]

laundry room

[didntgetdadslooks]

[... well she sure doesn't look happy, um.]

Fern?

[greenmamabear]

[She doesn't even hear Angel right now, busy rubbing her hands with a sponge.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

[TIME TO.... go gently put a hand on one of her arms?]

Fern.

[greenmamabear]

[She jolts in surprise and drops the sponge.]

O-Oh. Uh, hi Angel. Sorry, I didn't hear you come in. [If she pretends there isn't a problem its like there isn't one.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

Fern...

[She doesn't really... know what to say? "Hi, I know what it's like to be pretty sure you're going to die" isn't exactly going to cut it, she feels like. So she smiles a little and, while making sure there's room and time for Fern to object, goes for a hug? Those work for her, she's found.]

library

[flagitate]

[ ... Ooh, that doesn't look like a good thing. ]

Fern? You okay?

[greenmamabear]

[She's surprised at the voice but 100% relaxes when she sees its Katniss. Fantastic Katniss.]

Hey honey. Yeah, just something from the vending machine that bugs me.

[flagitate]

[ She takes a seat next to her. The nightlock pill is heavy in her pocket. ]

... Yeah, I got one of those, too. [ ... ] Want to talk about it?

[greenmamabear]

Well, it's nothing big. Just, uh. Weird book from back where I was.

[She slides it over.] Pretty sure it's why I don't like cake.

[flagitate]

[ Katniss takes it and flips through it.

...

.......

Oh. ]

... Yeah, I can see why you don't like cake now.

[ THAT IS SURE A THING..... ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

[Well, here we are again. Thursday, her old friend. Everyone's old friend who gets invited to parties but you kind of ignore them because at some point they're going to bring Friday and if they leave Friday will just come sooner.

Or something.

Angel, for her part, gets up early and heads to... the ballroom, actually, while she's pretty sure no one else is in there, and practices uh. A very simple dance, specifically the one Luca taught her. It's simple, but she likes it, and adds little dumb flourishes to it every once in a while.

If your character purposefully enters stealthily, they might get to watch for more than a few seconds. Otherwise, she'll break out of it and very nervously greet them.]

Hey, uh... morning! How are you?

[Wonder what that's all about... Well, later she heads to the kitchen because by god today is a day to practice some of the things people have taught her or tried to teach her. That is her #goal for today.

If only she could figure out cooking. She handles grilling herself a cheese just fine, but when it comes to doing anything beyond that she seems... flummoxed.

Maybe... maybe Operation Practice Stuff wasn't the best idea? That or she needs a break, so she heads to the conference room, where on one of the free whiteboards she has drawn up a basic map of some sort of... facility shaped like the letter H? And is circling various points on it. She lies how easy it is to draw and erase and draw again with markers, even if the room gives her the creeps a little.

And at night she can be found, as she often can, in the library reading, if you want a nice casual encounter.]

kitchen

[flagitate]

Hey. Fancy seeing you here.

[ Sup buddy. Katniss looks through the cupboards. ]

What are you making?

[didntgetdadslooks]

Well I managed grilled cheese. Now I'm trying to figure out where to go from here.

[A very serious, very thoughtful bite of her sandwich.]

[flagitate]

It smells pretty good.

[ Hmm. ]

Maybe some tomato soup would be good with it.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Maybe... that's one of the ones there's cans of, right?

[flagitate]

Yeah.

But I can make it, too. Cilan taught me.

ballroom

[passional]

[ Inigo comes to the ballroom to work on a dance routine; normally he'd do it at night, but Thursday nights tend to be bad around these parts. ]

Good morning, Angel. Sorry, did I interrupt your dance practice?

[didntgetdadslooks]

[They sure do, huh, buddy?]

No! I mean, I'd barely even call it practice, I can barely... I just learned from- ...Yeah, a little. But I'm not great at this whole dancing thing anyway, so...

conference room

[innocentloveholic]

[ Whiteboards are probably mankind's greatest invention, it's true.

...Which explains why Aligula's hopping over to the same one Angel's at to doodle in a free space. Just swirls and hearts, your Typical Aligula Stuff. ]

Hi, Angel! What's the H for?

[didntgetdadslooks]

My dad built his giant command satellite in the shape of a letter 'H,' for Hyperion. [Because Handsome Jack is a tacky asshole.] I'm just seeing if I still remember the weak points.

[innocentloveholic]

Ooh, I see! [ ... ] You know, with what I've heard of your old man? I'm kinda surprised he didn't make it in the shape of his own face or something.

[ he seems totally up his own ass enough for that. ]

You gonna party up with people to destroy it like the rebel collective did to the Dying Star in that Star Battles movie? [ ...THE REBEL ALLIANCE, THE DEATH STAR, STAR WARS MOVIE ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

It'd be less... brand-conscious, I think.

[And... Angel has no possible clear way to engage with that sentence today so she's gonna just assume that's a thing where Aligula comes from.]

I don't know, but I know a few people want a shot at him, so I figured I should figure out a way.

[innocentloveholic]

[ thanks angel it makes conversations go along smoother if aligula doesn't try to explain pop culture she has an approximate knowledge of ]

You're super thoughtful. [ Hmmm. ] I'm not really a fighty type, but I probably wouldn't mind going along with whoever goes hunting him to talk to him and maybe give him a good smack if he started being a smart-mouth.

[ ..."not really a fighty type" except beyondians generally tend to be more violent because that's just how shit is and she's also not bothered by much— ]