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

[matchbreaker]

Me either.

[ She confesses, softly, staring at the newest candle. ]

Not before my eyes.

[sadisticwarfare]

That's fair, there does seem to be more to it than just indiscriminate slaughter. If they really wanted to kill us all off, they could easily do that. So why turn it into a "game"?

[perpend]

Ms. Ashworth mentioned something like that, too. I think that'd be nice, to memorialize them.

[destage]

E--Everything. Everything that's been happening here, but--

[Sayaka's head is down at this point, and there's...a clear amount of frustration at herself, with some panic mixed in. One hand from the plush goes up and grabs her hair to sort of twist it into her hand.]

I've never seen someone die before I got here. I never saw any of that. I know I should just stop thinking about it because at this point, that's just the way it is, right? Anyone who doesn't get used to this isn't going to be of any help, and they're just going to get targeted by someone, die by trying to attack Larimore-san, or rendered basically useless. And that's the last thing I want to be. Useless people don't have a place in the world, and it's no different here.

I just can't stop thinking about it. Hanamura-kun dying like that, and then it goes back to Caren-san's death which I should be over and it just keeps looping around itself and I keep seeing it. And I want to be useful and do something, and it's...honestly just unacceptable to me that I feel like this, because I should be doing something, and this loop-de-loop of self pity is driving me up a wall! Every time I get back into that, it makes me sick, and I just want it to stop! It should stop because it's useless, and...and...

[...She loses her steam at this point, just kind of burying her head a bit in shame. There's something else she could say, certainly. Her memories played one hell of a part in getting her even more on edge, but...]

...I...I shouldn't even be making such a big deal out of it. I'm just frustrated that I'm not like myself, and everyone's seeing it.

[perpend]

I'm a police inspector; I've seen... pretty awful things, in the past, but nothing like this.

[He's heard stories of particular grisly murders, but never had to investigate one.]

It makes me wonder how the hell something like that is possible.

[perpend]

[He looks up.]

So do I.

[But he doesn't sound like he believes it will.]

[destage]

[Oh snap, that manages to get Sayaka's eyes to light up. She'll consider the offer, but--]

You dance, Cabanela-san? Have you been doing so for long? Most of my dances are just routines with the other girls, so I'm definitely curious!

[matchbreaker]

Well, got to keep in shape, you know!

[ And there, made it to the top! ... She doesn't want to go on her stomach so she'll crouch like a gargoyle. ]

[matchbreaker]

[ Okay one, she assumes the pink was normal even though it was weird and now you're telling her it's weird?

... She's going to run her hand through the hair. ]

[perpend]

That's the big question, isn't it? I couldn't begin to speculate what they're after.

[matchbreaker]

[ How? Well, that's both obvious and really annoying because, ]

Some sort of magic, right? A handful of people here can do it normally, so if they can shut it down, they must be able to do it themselves.

[bloodbiter]

[She nods.]

If she was already working on such a thing, I wouldn't want to intrude. Someone like Susan... I think she would enjoy having something productive to work on.

[perpend]

I have!

Maybe twenty-some years, now? It's just a hobby, but I've always managed to get the other officers to go along with it.

[destage]

...I'm honestly worried that I wouldn't be able to properly appreciate it if I put it in my room, or someone would destroy it if I put it out...or maybe Larimore-san or Jericho-san would take it for themselves.

[...]

I'll think about it, I think. I trust myself to keep it safe, at the very least.

[sadisticwarfare]

I doubt we'll be finding that out any time soon. I'm sure they consider it best to keep us guessing.

[destage]

[--Ah, shoot, she should've--yeah, she's...]

...May I go over and lock the door then, please? I'm sorry, I wasn't really thinking when I...left it open...

[destage]

It's fine. I simply wanted to tell you, so you didn't have to worry about it.

[matchbreaker]

Do it.

[ She'll even step aside... and... apparently just remain in the room? That's polite? (no it's not). She takes the finger out of her mouth, but it lingers there, near her her own lip, running down it. Clearly, it's some sort of nervous tic or something. ]

[matchbreaker]

Right.

[ Mmmmm... ]

... Right.

[ A frown. ]

... Hey, girl--- Sayaka. You sleeping alright?

infirmary

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh god dammit. Elda exhales theatrically when there's someone in the infirmary. She really should have Sayaka be her blood runner. Here she was trying to unburden the girl and then there's someone in there. The older woman frowns distinctly...

... Oh, it smells of blood.

Of course it does. And disinfectant. Huh. ]

sewing room

[bloodbiter]

[The sewing room seems like it was almost made for her; she spends a great deal of her time today in this room. That's why it isn't hard for her to notice Chitoge or the bandages on her hands, and she gets up from her work with a frown. She might not know this girl yet, but she's concerned all the same.]

What happened to your hands?

[destage]

[...looks at the mystery novels again.]

Is that what your job within there? To investigate...I suppose crimes, then?

[is he a detective colonel]

[hesperos]

Yeah.

[ He'll lean a bit against the machine and then look at the rest of the stuff around here. ]

Say, what's with all that other stuff you got there? Are these things giving you other people's items too?

[perpend]

It's probably part of this game of theirs. Make sure we work for our answers as they see fit.

[destage]

What is it you...oh, wait! You're a Huntress in training, right? What exactly do huntresses do on Remnant?