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]

[ That kind of hatred...

... No, no, she's talking about humanity's towards her, not the reverse. Her eyes burn, but there's no need to get so defensive. She exposes her fangs a little, and- ]

That's nowhere near the same thing. That doesn't even begin to cover it.

[perpend]

That would be good enough.

I know some basic self-defense, enough to be able to teach people how to ward off an attacker. Of course, that's assuming they don't have the means to quickly overpower someone, but maybe it could buy someone a little bit of time.

I'd want to hope no one else will be attempted to attack someone else, but...

[matchbreaker]

Well, the washing, for one.

[ ... why are these cabinets up high. She leaps onto he counter (still not wearing shoes) to just look like this, it's easier. ]

[bloodbiter]

I will offer it soon, then. I will see if I can find anyone who is well versed in combat to join our cause, too.

[A frown.]

I do worry that we may be training a potential murderer, but - it is more important to be certain that those with no experience will know how to keep themselves safe.

[greenmamabear]

[She yelps at the heel digging, but is sobbing too much to really put in much resistance.]

I-I can't leave him! I-I can't- he- I can't-

[Just fucking lying on the ground sobbing]

[evilfrenzy]

We do seem to have a decent stock of blood for transfusions, which could help in the event of an emergency like that. However, we'd need to know the victim's blood type to pull off a successful transfusion, and we don't have the usual tools on hand to help with vitals beyond that.

[He shrugs.]

Not all that surprising, though. They're encouraging successful murders, after all.

[gorira]

Just the walls, mainly, if I can help it. I don't like getting into actual fights. Or, at least, not as much anymore.

[ But it's not an inaccurate assessment. She lets Estelle check out the wounds; as bad as the broken skin is, the wounds look deeper than a typical scrape, as if she kept going far longer after they first got scratched up.

They don't look serious; just nasty. ]

Not all that long ago, my first instinct was always to throw out punches, whenever I got angry. But I've been trying to keep it in check, recently. It's not always easy to go against your impulse, though. Old habits die hard.

[matchbreaker]

[ She should leave her here. She really, truly, should just leave her here. Seriously, she... ]

... I said can it. Breathe.

[evilfrenzy]

It is my job, so call it a force of habit.

[Working in medicine, that is.]

Were you looking for anything in particular, or did you just want to take stock as well?

[gorira]

I'm washing my hands because they need to be washed. What's it to you?

[ ...But her literally leaping is definitely enough to turn her attention away from the sink again-- ]

You could have just asked, if you wanted help reaching all the way up top...

[matchbreaker]

You're not that much taller than me! Besides, this is easier.

[ :T ]

[greenmamabear]

[If Elda lets her, she's legit gonna crawl into a little ball. Trying to breathe, choking on tears, struggling with... a lot, really.]

[gorira]

I wouldn't have had to fucking jump. I think that's telling enough that there's a difference. Besides, I don't think they'd put them all the way up there, realistically, unless they were doing it just to bully you.

Can't say I entirely blame them, if that was their plan.

[matchbreaker]

[ No, she'll let her, even remove her foot.

Exhale.

Her nerves are still screaming. Tch. ]

[matchbreaker]

Oh, I wouldn't be surprised either! That Alena woman ... Ah, it sounds weird to joke about her now, doesn't it?

[ Eeesh. She shakes her head, rummaging through...

here...

What the fuck is - ]

Hey, what's vicodin?

[destage]

...That seems more like a hazard than anything.

[What the fuck, vending machine.]

...You know, that might explain it? If there aren't any sort of weapons in the machine, perhaps they tore the animatronic apart to try and make sure it wouldn't be used to harm anyone.

[gorira]

I think so, too. None of them should be dead right now.

[ When she thinks about Yosuke...she just thinks about how much it could've been her. If it were two years ago, perhaps, it would've been. She would've charged forward and swung her fist with all her strength, and it would've been her blood spilled all over that foyer.

He went down fighting. There's...is there honor in that? Does it matter, if there is? ]

I don't think it'll be possible, for us to forget.

[explosivecombat]

[...Okay.

Okay, that's. That's certainly happening right now, and he'll let her get it out without trying to interrupt her or otherwise stop her in any way; he just listens, and he watches her, and his gaze is focused despite the usual odd, deadened look in his eyes. And then she lowers her head and she finishes what she's saying, and once she's done he'll push away from the wall to approach her a bit - not quickly or all at once, it's measured enough to let her know that he's there, and when he reaches out to touch her it's to lay his hands on her shoulders lightly, not nearly enough to give the impression that he's grabbing her or trying to hold her in place, just...softly, for a moment, before letting his hands run down her arms a bit.]

I knew someone, back in Ishval, during the war... He never did get used to it. No matter how long we were there, or what he saw during his time there. He ended up being discharged from the front lines entirely and sent back to Central, something that was considered highly disgraceful by our military. That sort of thing was considered weakness...or uselessness, I suppose, to borrow your wording.

But I also saw that person defy orders rather blatantly, in order to ensure that he could continue to live with himself - he engaged in behavior that would have surely gotten him court-martialed, had anyone else seen it. I did what I could to protect him, to ensure that nothing would end up coming down on his head, but he ended up leaving the conflict anyway.

I never did consider him useless. Even if he couldn't handle the brutality of war in the same way everyone else did, he did what he felt was right, and when it became too much he accepted the ultimatum that came down on his head without complaint, and even if what happened was seen as disgraceful, I've never considered him to be anything less than admirable.

[His words are steady as he speaks; quiet, but firm and unwavering despite the subject matter.]

Sometimes strength comes not from getting over things, or being useful in the traditional sense, but doing what you can to ensure that you can continue to live with yourself. If that involves not getting used to it - if that involves leaving wounds raw as a reminder of what caused them so you don't fall into the same trap, if that involves continuing to think about it, then do that. There's no shame in it, and it doesn't make you useless.

However, ensuring that you can live with yourself means nothing if you don't ensure that you live, fullstop. Do you understand? If you continue to be hard on yourself, you'll eventually be so distracted by your pain that it will make you careless. Ensure that you survive, in any way that you see fit. Whether you're "useless" or not doesn't matter - you haven't died yet, and that means you have a place in the world. The world has chosen you to survive this far, and you can still impact the world and the lives of everyone here for as long as you live. Don't waste that opportunity.

[explosivecombat]

There's a first time for everything, I suppose.

[It's light, though; teasing, perhaps, but not cloyingly so.]

[explosivecombat]

[Something not on the profiles, then... Hm.]

Perhaps something happened before we woke up here... Something that we aren't recalling. After all, we still don't know how we got here, and several of us have physical differences that can't be explained away - there's time missing in there somewhere.

[evilfrenzy]

Yeah. It gives me something to do too, so I can't complain too much.

[Even if he's doing it for free in the end, which is a travesty!!]

[gorira]

I'd be careful with that shit.

[ She turns off the faucet, and goes to wrap her knuckles in paper towels, for now. They're no bandages, but applying pressure to the wounds will take care of them until she can get some bandages on... ]

It's a painkiller, and a pretty strong one. Way too strong for a headache. Right now, you should be looking for, like, ibuprofen. Don't fuck with some of these unless you really need them.

[ Last thing we need is someone overdosing... ]

[evilfrenzy]

[Haha, oh. This should be good.]

It really was something to watch them dogpile that girl [Rin] for pointing out the truth.

[matchbreaker]

... Oh, okay?

[ She'll just be tossing that back in the cabinet... then.

Hmmm... ]

Okay, ibuprofen, ibuprofen...

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[bloodisthicker]

[Tarrlok overhears her and laughs a bit.]

You don't have to tell me. I must admit, I was almost more worried that we'd all die of boredom before anything else.