trustfelled | Week 1

Week 1

WEEK 1
Unfortunately (or fortunately, for those of you who decided he ranks at an 8 or higher) the Adjudicator has made an appearance and he doesn't seem to be lying about anything that's happening here. There's no way out. It seems like you're stuck here for the time being and the rules the Adjudicator told you about are still hanging in every room. While the Adjudicator himself is around, you'll be left up to your own devices – feel free to continue exploring and getting to know your fellow Competitors for the next several days. Should you want to eat something you're free to use the kitchen before 10PM, but after that the doors will be locked and no amount of fussing with the locks or trying to break them down will get them to budge.

You'll notice that the clock in the foyer goes off periodically, however. This will happen every morning at 7AM and again in the evenings at 10PM. You'll be able to hear it no matter what room you're in; it seems it's being piped in over that PA system in the walls. There isn't any punishment for sleeping through it, but you don't want to waste the day in bed, now do you?

(Unless you were out exploring all last night. In which case, go back to bed, damn.)

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[OOC: Welcome to week one of Trustfell! Feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget to save those threads for coins and the activity check!

If you'd like to get in contact with the Adjudicator, you can do so here!]

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[... That's such an odd animal thing. It reminds him a little of one of the Horseman of the Apocalypse. A little.]

Do you know if it means anything?

It's a symbol for a Vault. It usually means there's one nearby or you've found something related to one.

[A beat.]

Vaults are... This ancient alien race called the Eridians locked away a bunch of stuff in remote locations on this really dangerous planet called Pandora. Powerful weapons, giant monsters, all sorts of stuff. But they also left clues in case people want to find them again. You just need the key.

[You. You, he likes, because most people make him ask and then they get mad at him about it, how dare they.

(Maybe it's because you tend to ask things like an asshole, Ferid.)]

If I remember right, you did have something about Vaults in your profile... Does your job relate to it somehow? The kind of sirens I've always heard of usually heralded bad tidings.

[And with a name like Angel... Also, your everything? The metal parts, the strange symbol on your chest? Will come later, because apparently when you ask people about their face they toss wet shirts at you.]

Siren means... it's the name for what I am because of the powers I have. Or... had, back home. And I act as guide for a group of treasure hunters looking for a Vault, so guide is probably the word I would have chosen.

[There's... a lot to be said about her, it's true.]

Perhaps we can get our host to change it, unless it doesn't bother you so much.

[No one knows what the hell his "occupation" means so he doesn't care.]

I mean it's not inaccurate, I just wouldn't call it a profession. It's sort of like... if someone was a werewolf, but they were also a baker, and that's the part they cared about, but everyone only knew them for the first part. If that makes any sense.

[...]

Not that I'm saying I'm like a werewolf, I'm just saying it's a big power I didn't ask for.

No, I understand, though most people might consider it a punishment in that case. What a lovely young woman named Angel could've ever done to deserve power like that I can't imagine, but certainly it's helped you in the long run, yes?

[... With vaults and all.]

Right, yeah. Exactly.

[Haha... ha... okay it is time to change the subject.]

Alright, so I'm curious now. What does a Progenitor do?

[Everyone's asked him what it meant, but no one's asked him what he does as a Progenitor. At least the answer isn't much different either way.]

Much like yours, it isn't so much a profession as what I am. [A shrug.] It's a rank of nobility.

[Doesn't he just look it, too. Though his clothes weren't tinted light pink in the photo. Anyway.]

Okay. Is it seventh rank up or seventh rank down? Or just... is there a group of you?

...You don't have to answer if you don't want to, I'm just curious.

Seventh rank down in a total of twenty ranks. Though they are groups in their own sections; there are six other Seventh Progenitors other than myself, for example, eight Eighths, nine Ninths, so on and so forth.

[It's oddly tidy.]

Oh, okay. Is the First Progenitor in charge of where you come from or something?

He would be, I suppose, but unfortunately he's gone missing. No one's really sure where he's gone or if he's even alive anymore, though the Progenitor Council -- made up of those two to six -- currently keeps the rest of us under control.

[Or like, tries to. Kind of.]

Okay, that makes sense. Hope you guys get an answer soon, though. Who moves up if he's dead?

One of the Seconds, maybe. How they decide that is between them.

[... Though...]

They'll probably fight to see who's stronger. I'm certainly glad I'm only a Seventh -- I'm terrible at fighting, you see.

That does seem like a good position to be in. No need to worry about it, so you can focus on other things.

Pre-cise-ly~.

[Alright, alright, now. Time for his questions again. He'll tap her... monster drawing.]

Now, back to your drawings -- what's this?

That is a Skag. They live all over Pandora. They're sort of like dogs, except they hunt in packs and their mouths are most of their faces. Helps them attack and kill bigger things.

[Wow, gross. And yet somehow cute.]

What other sort of creatures are there on Pandora? Though if it's named after the same myth, I'd guess there's a multitude of creatures you wouldn't want to cross paths with.

Well if it's wildlife that's evolved to kill you if you don't kill it first that you want, Pandora's your planet. There's Threshers, which are burrowing worms with tentacles, and some of them have... I don't really know how to explain it, but they can project this force that drags you in towards them? Or Varkids, they're these little bugs that can cocoon themselves when damaged to become bigger and more dangerous, and can do that multiple times if they need to, and Stalkers are these jumping things that can turn invisible...

[She sighs.]

There are options.

Terrifying to work around, I can imagine. Is there anyone unlucky, foolish, or brave enough to live on this planet, or does it belong to beasts alone?

[... Like, really. Who's stupid enough to live on what amounts to Australia: The Planet.]

[Actually the moon is where all the people with the Australian accents and lingo live, funny enough.]

There are, but it's mostly bandits and thieves and murderers and outcasts, things like that. It's not like there's any kind of law outside of the cities, after all... not that there's a whole lot in the cities, either, just the people there usually won't kill you.

[Gosh, how amazing. Your very own Australian moon.]

So you're used to dangerous environments. And at such a young age... How terrible. But Vaults are worth the risks, I suppose. [Now he'll motion to herself.] Is your appearance due to your job?

Well, I don't exactly spend time in the field. I guide Vault Hunters over... well, remote communications, basically.

[As for the appearance question...]

Sort of! It's mostly because I also handle the Vault Key, which you need some precautions for.

[I mean that's not entirely a lie!]

Precautions?

[Anything that needs precautions is like, super powerful and that's nice.]

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