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

[sadisticwarfare]

I didn't pay much attention to the sewing room, admittedly. I was mostly interested in the infirmary. I'm not sure why they'd give us one if they want people to die.

[firstaid]

[Well, then...

While she's up here, is there anything else? Also, if she can she'll go to the top shelf just to see what's up there.]

[trustfellows]

[Nothing else here, but on the top shelf you'll find even more books! Wow!! Just like the shelves below, there's no dust here either. Do you want to try moving some of the books?]

[hesperos]

Nah, you keep a hold of it.

[ ... ]

Besides, if you just hand it over it wouldn't help get myself into gear with grabbing stuff from this thing.

[ He might just get lazy and he really can't afford to. ]

[sadisticwarfare]

I have important work I'd like to get home to, but I'm not fond of others forcing me into doing anything either.

[He can be patient, but his patience only goes so far before he snaps.]

[sadisticwarfare]

We don't have anything quite like what you've explained to me. My world is relatively safe, in comparison.

[There's plenty of other dangers but nothing like what Sigrun's told him.]

[paralogical]

[ It so is following if you stopped first!! Stop being in denial, Terumi. ]

Yeah? And what kind of function is that?

[firstaid]

Medical school is an amazing accomplishment! Being a doctor, I imagine, is tough so it's wonderful that you know one. Though it's unfortunate to hear about Ludger. Debt is not a laughing matter whatsoever.

[She's seen lower class people struggle with this and it's sad.]

[icysemblance]

A lot better than I was earlier in the week. The library being here has helped a lot.

[sadisticwarfare]

[For most of the day Archer can be found in the library. He's either trying to read some of the books he picked out or he's working on something in a notebook, but either way he seems sort of distracted by something and he ends up stopping what he's doing just to stare off into the distance while he works something out. He doesn't look happy with whatever it is he's thinking about.

If you happen to enter the library at any point he'll put aside what he's doing and speak up.]

Did you happen to have a strange dream earlier this week?

[It seems like the meeting's on his mind.

Later on in the evening he'll be at the vending machine. Archer gets some stuff for his coins, but most of it doesn't look like anything that interests him. If you want something, you're welcome to ask for it, otherwise he'll take it back to his room.]

[destage]

[...Sayaka leans a bit, unconsciously--one of the hands kneading the plush goes up, fingers wrapping their way into her hair and she yanks it a bit.]

We...we were called into the Gym...this bear introduced himself as Monokuma--our supposed 'Headmaster'. We're supposed to be the hope of the world, as he put it, and...we're meant to live a life solely within the confines of that school...until the day we die...

[There's...panic rising in her tone as she says that, and she just gets tenser.]

No one...no one's going to help us. No one's going to come for us, because we're cut off entirely from the world. We chose to go to this school, so we can't...we can't escape unless we 'graduate' by killing someone...

[firstaid]

Well, he kind of is. He seems really obsessed with Yuri and just wants to fight him.

[She sometimes feels bad for the guy.]

[firstaid]

If you say so. Just, please, make sure you have something to protect yourself, too.

[Jean was a soldier, yet he was killed just because he was pushed off a ledge. It's no good to underestimate anyone or anything here.]

[firstaid]

That's good to hear. I'm glad.

[She then claps her hands together.]

I was thrilled when I found a library here! Books always keep me occupied so it helps keep my mind off of things.

[matchbreaker]

Oh, that's a nice bikini you got there!

[ EVIL OLD LADY LAUGH....

as she appears from the shadows no okay she just turned towards the vending machine and happened to see that. It is purple... ok.

[sadisticwarfare]

Hello, Elda.

[He's just going to toss the bikini in the pile of "stuff he doesn't want" which consists of... just about everything but the tea, actually.]

How are you this evening?

[HE'S JUST NOT GOING TO ACKNOWLEDGE IT, APPARENTLY]

[spiritform]

[You know. She's come to the conclusion that Elda just has a totally healthy obsession with touching boobs.

But do you know what does surprise her a little? That assessment of Ivar's interests. Because do you know what really obvious thing she's never considered? That.]

I highly doubt that. I always assumed it was a matter of maneuverability.

[Uh huh. Yep.]

[hentopan]

Why you in the military then?

[sadisticwarfare]

It's a means to an end. I'll follow the orders I'm given as long as they don't conflict with my goals.

[matchbreaker]

... Girl those things have to take like five minutes to get on each morning at least with all those straps and you're in heels.

[hentopan]

[ Nope! ]

A body, a killing machine, just to name a few. If you know how to make em' right there's no real restrictions on what they're able to do.

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Wow, lame. ]

Eesh, you're made of stern stuff.

[ She says, sliding on in to look at this pile she assume is stuff he's going to bring back later... or can't use? Oh ]

You got one of these creepy masks too, huh? Oh- uh, right, I'm doing well enough.

[sleepytimegal]

I think some part of all of us wanted to do what he did, yeah.

[ If only it'd worked. ]

Did...you hear what started it? I only got there when- well, you know, the- the thing happened.

[sadisticwarfare]

[That he is, thank you for noticing!!]

Good to hear. As for this... you're welcome to any of it if you want it. I didn't get anything I particularly want to keep.

[Except maybe the candlestick holders and the tea, because the former seems like it could be used as a weapon and he just really likes tea.]

[zomgboom]

[Tabby can be found in the kitchen in the morning, just kind of. Staring at the spot where the toaster formerly was. She makes breakfast for herself, but also slaps a note on the fridge:]

Pan-fried toast is the worst timeline. Thanks a lot, .

[Later on, she can be found in the library. Obviously she's not in here to read, because she's repeatedly stated she is . . . incredibly bad at that. Instead, she seems to be inspecting the bookshelves themselves. It seems like the easiest option to check out the ceilings with, but is it really worth the effort?]