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!]

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MONDAY

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TUESDAY

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WEDNESDAY

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THURSDAY

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[fivepints]

[Well, yesterday sure as shit was something, wasn't it.

Mallick is still overly jittery, because that's not really something that's going to fade no matter how much nicer this place is than the one he came from; as such, he can be found in the music room starting really early in the morning. He stays near the edges of it for a bit, just kind of looking around for a while, before wandering over to the grand piano and sitting down in front of it; for a moment he just kind of stares at the keys like he's not sure they're going to bite him, but after a while he sets his hands down, and when he starts to play he's...surprisingly competent? He's unpracticed and it's not like he's going to be the next Mozart or anything, but his improvisation is decent and he'll spend some time just messing around with it, seeing where his playing takes him and generally just very content to use this entire thing as a distraction.

He can also be found in the storage room near the kitchen, looking like he's trying to take mental stock of the place, bouncing idly on the balls of his feet as he does so; he's probably going to take, like, a heroic amount of WD-40 back to his room, as you do, but otherwise he just sort of seems preoccupied in here, like he's at a loss for something to do.

And that ends up leading him to the foyer eventually. Not doing much, just sitting in one of those chairs and absolutely glaring at those double doors like they just dropkicked his pet and insulted his grandmother for good measure. He's obviously lost in some very pissed off thought, but it's not like he'll balk too much at company. Maybe. Probably? Who knows with that one.]

[glaciates]

[Isaac is up early, but he doesn't leave his room until a little after the clock chimes because he can't figure out how to manage his hair. This probably wouldn't be a problem if he had grown it out like a normal person, but no. Of course not. He went from "shaved cat" to "hair care commercial" when he arrived here and tying your hair up in a ponytail is a lot harder when it goes down the length of your back. It feels even weirder to keep it down, but here we are anyway, because Isaac McDougal has lost control of his life along with his hair and he's only been in here for one absolutely terrible day.

In the morning you'll find him in the dining room where he's busy working on notes and staring at the tattoo in the palm of his left hand. Whatever he's writing doesn't appear to make any sort of sense if you try to read it over his shoulder. Part of it's words and part of it's numbers and it just looks like a jumbled mess, but whatever it is he's doing is apparently Very Important since he won't even look up or greet anyone who walks in.

Later in the day once he's gotten that out of his system, he can be found in the storage room where he's taking everything out of the boxes and once again writing notes. He puts everything back in the boxes though, so at least he's not leaving a mess for anyone. He'll occasionally pause to try to pull his hair out of the way because goddamn. This is really inconvenient.]

[flagitate]

[ Well. After the shitstorm that was yesterday, Katniss hasn't exactly slept very well. Probably because she doesn't have the steady warmth of Prim beside her, which is a thing to get used to. (She doesn't like it.) She's had some bad dreams--namely, of her being killed and unable to reach Prim ever again. Or her actually killing someone and getting caught, because Katniss isn't the best planner and she's pretty sure she wouldn't be able to get away with the thing.

So. That's why, after she showers--there's plenty of hissing from the still-painful burns--and slips on that ridiculous outfit, she can be found in the kitchen. Katniss is still staying away from the richer stuff, so she sticks to hot grain and vegetables. Fruit, she's not had much of, because she usually doesn't get to try much--other than strawberries and blackberries. She's eating just as much as the first day, just to spite Ferid. (She might also be taking some of the food back to her room, just because. Well. Can you blame her?)

Katniss also checks out the music room, because she must hate herself or something. It reminds her of her father, which is painful, but keeps her focused. She's got to get out of here, for Prim. Because Prim shouldn't have to lose another family member. So she runs her fingers along the ivory keys of the piano, not really playing anything, but just. Trying out the keys and notes. She's never had the opportunity to play a piano, after all.

Finally, she can be found just wandering around, checking out the different places. (She's got a bag of food at her hip, and she's pretty constantly eating.) There's also a piece of paper and a pen in her hand, because, well, she and Yuri had agreed on making a map of the place. ]

( storage room )

[middaymoon]

[ Mahir herself has long (beautiful) hair, and while hers is largely cooperative she's only too familiar with the struggles. Isaac tugging his hair out of the way once or twice is to be expected, but the poor guy is clearly struggling. It only takes a few moments for Mahiru to abandon her own search and speak up. ]

It's Isaac, right? Do you need some help with your hair?

outside the storage room....

[flagitate]

[ Okay. So. Now that Katniss knows what the hell WD-40 is, she's very suspicious of this guy taking a bunch of it back to his room. Which she's been watching him do for a while now. ]

Why do you need all of that in your room?

[ Because seriously. ]

[cilantro]

[Okay, so... this is actually the longest that Cilan has gone in his entire life without having his brothers or Pansage around, or at least as far as he can remember. Normally it wouldn't really bother him, but given the peculiar situation, it's not exactly doing favors for his nerves, worrying about whether or not his Pokemon are okay.

As such, one of the very first things he can be found doing is... cooking. Lots and lots of stress cooking in the kitchen as he inspects every single food item and kitchen utensil, before taking random objects and putting them down on the counter-top here with perhaps a little more force than necessary. That said, you'll find that he is in fact making enough food to feed about thirty people, and it's delicious. Toast, eggs, pancakes, you name it, he is probably making it for breakfast right now... and making food for lunch and dinner too judging by the appearance of a pot and ingredients being chopped and tossed in, though god help you if you interrupt him while he's in the middle of doing this...

If a successful attempt at forcibly dragging him away from the kitchen at some point is made, he'll end up going to the music room. Maybe listening to music will help take our mind off things... except for the part where Cilan only has a vague idea of how to play any of these instruments. But darn it, he is going to try playing a few keys on the piano, plucking a few strings on the harp, and picking up the violin to... wince when it immediately gives a discordant note right away and figure out what it was he did wrong there.]

[andneversaydie]

[...well, this is still a thing that's happening, Mozu guesses. She kind of hoped it was some kind of bad dream and that she'd wake back up at home in her real bed this morning, but... this was just the new reality, wasn't it?

...even though she had to get used to it, she still found herself worrying about what was going on back in the village. Thinking about what she could last remember further... something else had been going on, hadn't it? She remembered Sosuke running from... something and yelling, but she couldn't remember what it was. It was almost cut off mid-sentence.

...well, even with her worries, she at least manages to avoid wandering around the hallway like she doesn't know what the fuck. It's... not big enough that she hasn't figured out things by now, even if it's definitely far bigger than any actual building she's been in.

So... right. She'll start out in the kitchen to get a general sense of... what can be eaten without cooking it, pretty much. She's still incredibly intimidated by the stove, even though she knows she'll probably have to get used to that eventually, but... she is really impressed by the variety of things that she can see.]

...this is really good beef, isn't it? Where is he getting all this? And I haven't even heard of some of these spices before...

[People have already volunteered to teach her how to use the kitchen, but... when it comes to actually cooking, well, she'll deal with that some other day. So... she eventually gets together a salad made of things she actually recognizes and takes it out to the dining hall, where she can't help but feel slightly out of place among all the fancy woodworking and crystal chandeliers.

...ah, but that only takes up some of the day, doesn't it? Maybe she'll just go to the storage room and then the laundry room, slowly and methodically look through them, and make a mental note of the stuff she actually recognizes. She's actually pretty happy that laundry will be easy for her to deal with, if nothing else, although... what even are these soaps? Can they just have good old fashioned soap...?]

[glaciates]

[Isaac starts a bit when he hears a voice and turns to her, eyes wide. He settles soon enough and her words are a relief to be perfectly honest, so he nods.]

Yeah. My hair definitely wasn't this long before I arrived here. So it's uh... a lot to get used to.

[a lot oh my god he has so much hair]

( kitchen )

[middaymoon]

[ Mahiru actually slept quite soundly, and what does that say about her? Regardless, though she seems well rested she doesn't look like she's quite up yet. She's at least put on her school uniform instead of that... thing... that was given to them, and brushed her hair, and overall managed to make herself look quite put together outside of her tired expression and occasional yawns. Even show, she handles the penknife she's grabbed with practiced ease, expertly cutting an apple into smaller, bite-sized pieces.

She's not terribly talkative until she catches Katniss attempting to leave with some pilfered food. ]

Building up a stash?

[ She doesn't sound judgemental, at least. Merely curious - and confident that she's guessed correctly. ]

That's not a bad idea.

kitchen

[flagitate]

[ My god. She's never smelled food that amazing. She hasn't exactly eaten anything that tastes bad, but this is on a completely different level. There's sausage, and eggs, and pancakes, and...

Katniss starts loading up her plate with one of everything. While he's too busy focusing on making food, Katniss chows down. And when he's not too preoccupied-- ]

This is good.

[fivepints]

[Oh, look, that girl with no chill. Unfortunately, Mallick also has no chill, so he'll just be rolling his damn eyes and disregarding any implicit indications that he should not be doing what he's doing.]

No reason.

[myfedorarocks]

[Yesterday was.... a thing.

Flemming isn't sure he wants to know why so many people were hitting on the man keeping them all here, but he's going to be keeping that thought to himself for the time being.

In the morning, he can be found in the kitchen, cooking a competent-looking breakfast, though maybe that's not a surprise, given his daughter is listed as one of his likes.

Later on, he can be found in the storage room, apparently taking stock of everything. He looks serious as he looks through everything, but that might be at the ungodly amount of WD-40.

In the evening, he can be found in the music room, standing in the corner as far away from the door as he can, playing the violin. It doesn't seem to be an actual song so much as something he's composing on the fly, but he's not hitting any sour notes.

It's only been a day, but it's the first time he's looked something other than angry or serious since waking up in a strange place.]

[flagitate]

[ Wow, okay, buddy. He immediately annoys Katniss, whose whole demeanor becomes a lot icier. ]

You're an arsonist. [ Getting right to the point. ] How do I know you're not going to burn this place down?

[flagitate]

[ Katniss stops, almost freezes, and she looks at the girl. What's it to her, anyway?

Oh. She's not judging her. That's a thing. Katniss relaxes just a touch. ]

... Yeah. Just in case.

[ Of. Something. Like all the food suddenly disappearing. ]

[fivepints]

[We're off to a great start today, aren't we.

That said, he'll just kind of look at her for a moment like she's grown a goddamn second head.]

I'm not going to burn it down because there are people in it.

kitchen

[glaciates]

[Isaac's been in the dining room most of the morning, so when the noises in the kitchen don't stop and keep going after most people have eaten, he decides to check in. It looks like this guy's still cooking, huh...]

...It's nice of you to cook for everyone, but aren't you going to wear yourself out?

[flagitate]

[ well why the hell else would you need a bunch of ridiculously flammable shit ]

Then why are you taking it to your room?

[ what the fuck else do you do with wd-40. ]

[middaymoon]

[ Tense, isn't she? Mahiru gives her a warm smile, hoping it helps relax her. ]

It's best to not the situation, isn't it?

[ A pause before she adds: ]

You're Katniss, correct?

[middaymoon]

[ That's even worse. Poor guy. Mahiru gives him a sympathetic smile before she crosses over to a different box, rummaging briefly before she withdraws one of the toolkits she found earlier. ]

I think I saw some twine in here earlier - did you already come across it?

[ She hasn't missed that he's taking notes, after all, and she'd barely taken note of where all the rope and related objects were.

... She also withdraws a small pair of wire cutters from the toolkit as she speaks. She's probably not planning anything nefarious with them. ]

[fivepints]

I...look, were you planning on doing something with it?

music room~

[innocentloveholic]

[ music is one of life's many small pleasures, and improvisation that's actually good? sign her up!

she's a little disappointed it's one of the 3s playing, but hey: tons of nots are talented in some way. they gotta be to make up for how lacking they are in the looks department!

don't mind if she drags a chair over, mallick, she is here to hang out. ]

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