WEEK 2.

[trustfellows]

WEEK 2 Two people are dead. Jean Kirstein and Caren have both died due to a tragic accident. Of course, you're not entirely innocent, are you? You voted, you played into this game the Coordinators are running. But you know the stakes now. You know what failure to complete Rule Seven really means. No more excuses from here on out. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; come Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock and there are no dead bodies to be found, so it can be assumed that all of you are safe for the time being. That said, you'll be feeling a little groggy when you wake up; it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost... Of course, exploring the building from here on will reveal something new: namely, a stairwell in the northeastern corner, leading upwards toward a new floor entirely. Another sign of how things are going to progress around here, maybe; chances are you'll enjoy what you've been given, but was it worth the lives of two people to obtain? PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 33 PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 32

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[OOC: Welcome to week two 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 Coordinators, you can do so through private meetings with Alena!]

Comments

[destage]

[...jesus, it is dark. That's something Sayaka doesn't...really feel weird about, as much as it is kind of nice to get a rest from the light. But god, this is making her a bit sleepy.

She'll speak up, though, after getting distracted.]

It's really no trouble. I thought you would need it after...well, this week. And I feel bad that I was making food while you couldn't eat at all.

[sadisticwarfare]

Archer.

[The correction is more of an off-handed comment than anything else though; he's sure Terumi knows his name and is just choosing to be Like This.]

I've found a few books that are familiar, yes. It's been awhile since I read anything for pleasure, but the selection here is nice.

[he's a nerd i don't know what to tell you]

[destage]

[...honestly, thank you for saying exactly what she was thinking--]

No, I...I think that's the case. It makes sense, doesn't it? We played the game and...well...

[Jericho kind of had too good of a time up there.]

i do what i want, fight me

[explosivecombat]

[Hopefully you don't mind that Kimblee's currently commandeering the desk in your room, given that he's just kind of...staying here now, apparently; he'll give it up in a bit, once he's done with it, but it seems he's writing something and he's got...a really dainty tea set on the desk with him, and it looks like he's actually steeping tea in it, bless his heart he fucking hates tea but he wants something warm and is not in the mood to go on another weird caffeine bender like he did this weekend. Besides, tea is calming, supposedly, when it's not disgusting; god knows he could use something like that, last night's dreams were weird as hell.

...Hi, Archer.]

Having a good evening...?

[matchbreaker]

[ She nods, rubbing her thumbs over the bag. It's cold... not her preference, and she can't smell anything about it one way or the other. It must be a little bit older? Or maybe- no, it's almost certainly human. She inhales, and she looks up at Sayaka with some surprise. But the vampire pulls it to her chest and the motions for Sayaka to set somewhere. ]

Still, that's unsettling to offer a little bit of your species life for me, I'm sure. But come, sit. I intended to finish brushing first, but I can get dressed if you're going to keep looking away.

why would i ever fight you

[sadisticwarfare]

[He notices the tea set almost immediately and Archer pauses in the doorway just sort of staring at it in confusion.]

...That's my tea set. Did you get that from that machine?

[He just received his uniform from the vending machine so it's not that much of a stretch to assume that, but why was his tea set in there...??]

[explosivecombat]

[...That actually gets him to look up, because what in the world - ]

That's yours.

[He is simultaneously kind of surprised and yet not surprised at all the longer he thinks about it.]

...At least your taste is acceptable, I suppose.

[sadisticwarfare]

[It's so dainty, doesn't it fit his aesthetic?]

Of course it is. It isn't chipped or damaged, is it?

[He's very fond of that tea set, okay.]

[explosivecombat]

[...Archer, it's a cute tea set, not your long-lost pet.]

It doesn't seem to be, through some utter miracle - I'm letting some tea steep for the time being, you're welcome to it, if you'd like.

[sadisticwarfare]

That sounds good, thank you.

[Anyway, he'll move over to the trunk to deposit some of this stuff. He'll look through each item as he does it, trying to determine what he actually wants to keep and what is going into the trunk forever. The taser's already in his jacket, but all the other items are here if Kimblee's curious about them. The red stones are sort of pretty but right now they don't mean anything to Archer, while the gauntlet gets a bit of an odd look. He's never seen it before, but he recognizes an array when he sees one. And then there's the roomba, which is the thing that holds Archer's attention the longest as he turns it around in his hands trying to figure out what the fuck it is or what it does.]

[blackmass]

It has been a trying week for all of us. I can hardly imagine that I am the only one at something of a loss.

[withabigsmile]

Sheesh, as if this place wasn't morbid enough.

[Because that's better than her initial thought- that they're going to have to keep playing Jericho's game if they want to get out of here.]

I'm surprised the whole place isn't in dark and dreary colors just to complete the look.

infirmary

[zomgboom]

[Tabby is in here, stuffing things into her pockets seemingly randomly because what joy is there in life if you can't steal things? None, that's what.]

I took most of the popsicle stick thingies if you were, like, looking for those.

[explosivecombat]

[...Yeah, he'll just be watching what you're doing there, buddy, and...we are going to have a pet roomba now, it looks like. Not that he has any goddamn idea what a roomba is, and that thing is going to start scooting around at seven in the fucking morning and Kimblee's going to hate it a little, but that's fine.

...That said, where the hell did you get - ]

All of this came from the machine...?

[blackmass]

...No, I was merely evaluating what supplies we had in the event we should need them.

Do try to refrain from stealing anything important, if you would be so kind.

[sadisticwarfare]

[Archer glances up at that, setting the roomba aside.]

Yes, I did. Why? Do you recognize any of it?

[zomgboom]

Define "important."

[She is literally slipping painkillers in her pocket right now. Is she ever going to use them? No. Does she feel the need to steal them because they have potential value? Yes.]

[blackmass]

Like that, for example.

[tabby oh my god.]

[notaccurate]

You certainly aren't, but you are doig a good job of hiding how much it troubles you.

[He didn't start crying like some of the others did.]

Still, it is important to check on everyone, and I thought you might have been overlooked so far.

[explosivecombat]

I can't say I'm surprised, because Miss Estelle had something of mine as well, and I found something that...shouldn't be here.

[...Both of those things are something that he's keeping in his own room, admittedly, because their presence here kind of weirds him out. But anyway...]

But I recognize the stones and the gauntlet both, yes.

[greenmamabear]

Hm?

[Oh hey Luca, she's just looking through bandages.]

I mean, I'm glad its here. But cripes, I hate that... hospital smell. [And hospitals but you know.]

[gorira]

[ There's something kind of nice about hearing singing echo through the hallways from the ballroom. She'd understand if their vocalists were a bit leery of making use of the place, all things considered, but rather than let it stay a place of death, a soft melody in a quiet room can carry a mood, and Chitoge instantly stops short when she comes down the stairwell to listen.

She had spent the day with a good book in the conference room, but as nice of an atmosphere as it was to read in, it didn't exactly have a fridge, or anything that could stop her stomach from growling. That said, once she hears the singing, she opts to grab something quick from the kitchen, instead. The thought of taking too long making a meal and missing her...well, she'd rather catch her, before she leaves.

Chitoge doesn't interrupt her singing. As a matter of fact, she doesn't even make her presence known outright. As boisterous as she can be, even she has the good sense to keep her mouth shut when someone's in the middle of singing. She leans her back against the doorway with a cup of tea in hand, and waits for her to wrap up. ]

[notaccurate]

Hospital smell?

[Hello, he's from the 1870s. Getting doctors to even wash their hands between patients is a challenge.]

[sadisticwarfare]

You're welcome to have them, if you want them.

[The stones don't mean anything to him, but the gauntlet...]

Who does this belong to? I've never seen it before.

[It's not like he knows every alchemist anyway, but he'd assume he'd remember it if he'd seen it somewhere before.]

[greenmamabear]

[why are you like this blue

She's stabled her hands from the shaking, but that hasn't stopped her earlier creations from ending up like misshaped lumps]

Its giving me a runaround, that's for sure.