trustfell | WEEK 2.

WEEK 2.

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?

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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!]

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Perhaps, though I think it's also safe to say that no one else here has any use for them.

[You've heavily implied that you're not an alchemist, and you didn't recognize them for what they were. So presumably you can't use them, and we're the only people from Amestris here. And the first stone is definitely his, besides. So...]

Need some help?

[Why are you going around so early in the morning with all those bottles of dubious content? Mighty suspicious, most people would think!

Kyrie hopes there's an explanation for this]

[His dream last night was... odd, to be honest. He doesn't know what to think of it, so for now he's going to ignore it, exploring both the new floor and the one they've been staying in for the last week.]

Miss Tohsaka...? Are you all right?

[They haven't really spoken before, but she certainly doesn't look well.]

That's very true.

[...]

Can you blast us out of here with those?

[Okay, so he's got a basic idea of what they are, but he's not entirely sure how that... works, exactly.]

Oh, believe me, if I could use my alchemy here, I could bring down the entire building along with the city block it's standing in.

[...However.]

[ "When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not. But soon I shall be so I cannot remember any... but the things that never happened."

...Okay. So...that was a dream. Alex lays in bed for awhile, staring at the ceiling. The Sunken? The- the time loops, seeing Michael. And...the vague knowledge of life after the island-

Alex finds herself a little lost. She goes wandering, standing at the profiles for awhile, studying her own. Yes, that would explain radios, but...this was a dream, wasn't it?

When that gets stale, she intends to go grab something from the kitchen, but the staircase catches her eye. Was that...? A buzzing under her skin, like electricity dancing on her arms. It's...excitement, adventure, she thinks. The need to explore. She lets it take her over and skips breakfast (honestly, brunch by now), taking the stairs two at a time.

What she finds doesn't quite satiate the hunger for discovery; there's no sign of a way out, of course. Instead, a floor full of distractions. She doesn't spend too long in each room, at least until she reaches the sewing room, which... Look, Alex doesn't know how to sew. She can do a patch-job fine, but she doesn't know how to sew. And it looks like she's not gonna learn here, because what the heck those things are ancient! They're like something the ghosts- ...Yeah, let's put that dream out of her mind- anyway, she spends some time looking around and idly playing around with the sewing machines. ...She is probably going to break one, she has no idea what she's doing.

Eventually, she gets bored with the new floor and instead goes to get that fabled food. That's not noteworthy. What is, however, is that she remembers those coins by her bed and- well, her next stop is the vending machine. ]

Okay, let's see what this clunker's got.

[ A few interesting things, Alex. Most of it she regards with confusion. Hairspray? A weird but rather stylish tank-top? A glass eye? An entire rotisserie chicken?

But really what takes the cake is a stack of Polaroids, the subjects of which are incredibly familiar to her. Some of them represent what she saw in her dream, and--

And she drops the whole stack. Alex kneels down to collect them, trembling, a single photo still in her hand. They're all across the floor...enough so she can see the subtle differences, and the inclusion or absence of certain people, and she's mouthing a name and entirely--

...Well, Alex stays there for awhile. In disbelief. Maybe crying? She doesn't want to get tears on these pictures but oh boy that is difficult. ]

That's unfortunate. I didn't think they'd overlook something like that, but it's still frustrating.

[That amount of destruction though... it sounds amazing.]

["You and I could've been good friends, you know? But right now, it is time for me to let go."

"You're a clever girl, Susan...but the sadness has poisoned you for too long. There is no coming back from it."

In the kitchen this morning, Susan's hands are unsteady as she brews her coffee. She doesn't seem to quite notice when it's ready. She's just staring at the knives in the butcher block, as if her mind is elsewhere.

Even after, she sits there drinking for a long while, long enough that the coffee goes cold. Her knuckles are white around the mug's handle.

But there's nothing to be done about it now. The person she's angry at - the things that happened - it feels like so much more than a dream, but either way none of it is real here and now. She has to keep on moving. Having apparently received a bunch of coins, she takes them all to the vending machine to deposit. You can find her kneeling on the ground amid a pile of random rubbish, either sizing up the black wedding gown or poking, hesitantly, at the animatronic miner thing.]

Why would anyone want this hunk of garbage...? And how did it fit?

[Later, she's in the infirmary, plainly taking stock of what's in there. This time, Susan doesn't try to hide it when she returns a little later with one of the little toolboxes from the storage closet and starts loading it with first-aid supplies. Simple things, really - basic medicines, bandages and a suture kit, gloves. If something happens, it's probably better to just have supplies on hand.]

It's, like, on my thingie, Priestman. [Does Tabby know anyone's real name yet? The jury is out on that one.] It would be stupider if you all didn't know.

What are you trying to make? Maybe I can give you a helping hand.

[...Those are probably supposed to be socks or gloves, but she's not completely sure.]

....oh.

[Susan was just passing by, but she stops up short upon seeing Sayuri. Maybe it's just that she's so used to having paintings on the walls, and hasn't seen one for a little while...]

I...didn't realize that thing had art in it. I just got a bunch of junk, mostly.

I'd call it lazy, but if they really were lazy, they wouldn't put care into anything at all! Let's see... Is there some kind of pattern between the cared for rooms and the afterthoughts?

Life is always better than fiction. [ He starts looking over the books—where the hell are all the science books! ]

No, I agree. I'm usually far too busy to bother reading, but it's better than being bored here.

[He was really worried we were going to be stuck on the first floor with nothing to do for another week!!]

[...What an odd dream.

Most of Kimblee's dreams are either pleasant or nonexistent; this latest one, though... It was loud and surreal, and not in the way that he usually likes things to be loud and surreal, and as such he's out of the room almost obscenely early in the morning.

...Of course, this means he's also going to be noticing The Stairwell From Fucking Nowhere, and while he doesn't particularly trust it...well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, up we go.

As such, he can be found in the infirmary fairly early – he's not taking anything for himself, exactly, so much as he is just tipping his head at a lot of what's in here, particularly the pills. If anything is unfamiliar, he'll take it down and look over the labels; checking side-effects and what have you, from the look of it, before putting whatever it is back.]

...They've given us a room full of toxins. Lovely.

[...I mean, he's not wrong.

Granted, it seems that he has other problems on his mind outside of the pills; he'll pause once in a while as he's making his way through the room and seeing what's here, his hand shifting back once in a while to press against his abdomen on his left side – not as though he's actively in pain, more like something's bothering him. An unconscious motion at most, but still, it's there.

Seeing as the library seems to be the other popular location for people today, he'll likely be avoiding it, at least for today – it isn't as though he's in a Mood or anything, he just...isn't feeling people terribly much right now. So back downstairs it is, and he's got a fair amount of coins and as such he figures he might as well attempt the vending machine, so this afternoon that's where he'll be. He ends up with...well, a lot of crap, honestly (what the fuck is wrong with this stuffed dog's face, these candlestick holders are managing to be both pretty and Weird and Suspicious, the playing cards are appreciated he supposes, that sure is some sort of flower and a pocketwatch that isn't his, why did someone shove an entire tea set in here and how isn't it broken, etc) but there's something in there among all the crap that very definitely gives him pause – it looks like a photograph of a pair of young blond people and their daughter.

Kimblee's reaction to it is...odd; he's just kind of...studying it, and he's kind of smirking to himself, once in a while turning it over as though checking the back before looking at the people depicted there again.]

Now, how did our dear hosts happen to come across this, I wonder...?

[Well, that was a weird dream. What the hell was that about? That's the only thing Rideaux can think when he eases out of bed this morning. It lingers as he gets ready for the day and sets out for breakfast. He's wearing the school uniform today (and rocks it, thanks).

After that, much to his surprise he finds the stairs to the second floor and that pretty much fills in the rest of his day since exploring is what he's gonna be doing from here on. He finds the library first, so he spends a decent amount of time checking it out and seeing what's available. He was hoping to find some medical texts, but this library seems to be very lacking an anything scientific. Huh. Well, at least there's a decent selection of fiction, so it's something to pass the time with.

Of even greater interest to the good doctor is the infirmary. Nice, something very familiar to him! Like many others today, he settles in and takes inventory of the supplies with a clipboard and paper (what the hell are these weird mage ingredients though) and familiarizing himself with the layout of everything. The surgical kits are a welcome sight, and if you come in at the right time you can find Rideaux polishing a set of scalpels. Um.

Later in the evening, he can be found in the dining hall with dinner and a couple books from the library. He's paging through some of the space travel novels, squinting every so often because what the hell are these travel methods? This is certainly...something.]

[Cabanela had an... interesting dream himself, but he has mostly been able to mask it when he starts exploring the new floor, eventually making his way to the library.]

You don't look so good.

[After what happened, he can't really blame the guy.]

Looks like you and I had the same idea.

[Hi Archer.]

[People who are shoving tongue depressors into their pockets: Tabby.]

Yeah, but it's like. Different for a mutant?

.....I wish I could offer some help, but I really can't.

[Susan arrives with a black wedding dress and a House Baratheon banner all bundled up in her arms. This seems like a reasonable place to dump fabric you don't want.]

If you don't want it, like, I'll take it.

[She will absolutely take the creepy miner off your hands, Susan. She'll put it in Jean's room.]

It's yours. [She won't even ask for anything in trade if this means she doesn't have to carry it out of here.] Be careful, I think it's leaking.

[She prods it with the Gem destabilizer, and oil streaks down from one of its eyes. Poor Old Goldie, his husband is not here.]

[I mean, there is, but hell if she wants to explain it. Rin looks away from the stairs, glad the sudden vertigo seems to be subsiding, to regard Kyrie cautiously.]

...if you don't mind.

Toxins?

[That's a hell of a thing to hear as you step inside an infirmary. Hi there, Kimblee. Cabanela strides over to him, picking up one of the bottles and looking over it curiously.]

I can see your point. Some of these are highly regulated in my country.

[Wait—]

I mean, if you have the time. If you can't then there's no need to concern yourself with a task this small.

[There we go, that's better.]

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