Week 1

[trustfelling]

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.) COMPETITORS REMAINING: 30

MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[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!]

Comments

[flagitate]

Really limited.

[ ... ]

Where'd you go?

[notaccurate]

A neighboring country. Remember the one I mentioned before, Warassa? There is a university there, one that is for the study of Sfeer Theory. That is where I went.

[flagitate]

Yeah, I remember. Is that where you met your wife?

[notaccurate]

[Oh dear.]

Actually, I met her back in my home country.

NEVERMIND I'M NOT ENTIRELY COHERENT i'm sorry

[flagitate]

[ ... Oh.

Foot, meet mouth. ]

Did you-- go together?

[notaccurate]

Ah...

[HE LOOKS AWAY.]

She, ah. She wanted to stay there. Our son, he was too young to travel.

[flagitate]

Oh.

[ why is she so bad at this ]

... I'm sorry.

[notaccurate]

[Probably because he's pretty bad at it too.]

It's alright. They're both alive and well right now, and I'll be with them again someday.

[flagitate]

[ They're both winning at this, clearly. ]

... Yeah. I hope you will.