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

[paralogical]

[ Ridiculous but you dunno these people, maybe they're just that spiteful!! Or he guessed badly and he knows it—which is probably why he's just the slightest bit more irritable when he responds. ]

Like what, makin' a bomb?

[paralogical]

Don't worry about it.

[ To show, yeah, he's done with her guesses he picks up a random book from the nearest shelf. It's a rip-off of "Handbook for Mortals," which is a title he doesn't even bother reading before he waves the book in front of her. ] This one's fine.

[shuttermouse]

I will, don't worry about me. I've had a few close encounters with death - I'm good at surviving.

[destage]

...Good. It'd be a shame to have something happen to you.

[hentopan]

They can be plenty fun Spikey~. What's your idea of a good time, then?

kitchen

[innocentloveholic]

[ Given her rusty cooking experience, Aligula... also tends to default either to toast or to whatever someone's already making, so she's equally as disgruntled about the missing toaster.

She's content to watch Susan look for it though, at least until it becomes very apparent it's not here? And then she'll speak up— ]

Why can't we hold a trial for the mysterious disappearance of our toaster? Not the death-causing kind, I totally don't think someone's gotta die because they decided to snatch it, but like, an investigative... trial... thingy.

[hentopan]

That would be a waste! By using them to kill others, of course~.

[ God he's not in it for the sport he has an agenda! Probably. ]

[chessturner]

We do have a few people who seem to be the pranking type.

[She looks at you for a moment before shaking her head, judging you not to be that type of person. You may look young, but you are decently mature, not the type to hide appliances for shits and giggles]

[hentopan]

[ Icon description relevant. ]

Lemme know when you decide to play. Piano isn't my style, but it's a good compliment sometimes.

[paralogical]

[ He stops walking for a second, just long enough to slowly run his hand through his bangs and push them up into the rest of his hair. It stays like that for a few seconds before drooping back down.

Tch. Stupid hair. ] Been a while since someone asked me that. Is there a reason you wanna know?

[chessturner]

That's a possibility. [She doesn't doubt someone in here would be capable of making a bomb with a toaster] If that's what's going on, any explosives better be used for breaking down the walls instead of using them to kill someone.

cw: some suicidal imagery

[sleepytimegal]

I don't know, I just- before I woke up here, we were messing around in this- this cave, on this island that I'd been to like a hundred times, and there were these- these noises, from the radio, this static and voices and I- I tuned it in, like an idiot, because there was nothing else to do and we were trapped, and then-

[ Her hands are shaking. She's staring at the photos, not sure which one to focus on. ]

In the dream, we- we thought- they were ghosts, and they kept...possessing my friends, and making us s-see things and...turning time all weird, and they wanted to- to take our...bodies, and--

[ She cuts off. Clarissa hanging from the ceiling. Clarissa falling from the window. Ren's waterlogged body. Nona tumbling from the bridge. Them, all of them, fading out one by one. Jonas' voice underlaid with a rumbling endless crackle, somehow smooth and slippery like a snake. ]

I-it was horrible.

vending machine

[innocentloveholic]

[ who asks for stuff these days it's way more fashionable to just take it.....

Actually, she's just kneeling by the jug and... i mean presumably it has a top?? so the water doesn't just spill out?? Anyway she's gonna sniff it and make a face, ooh. ]

Who puts sea water in a vending machine?

[ The real question is "why is anything but food in the vending machine" but whatever. ]

[evilfrenzy]

That's a good question. I have no idea, though I can't see why they would intentionally do that. Unless they expected us to be investigating a lot of bodies.

[...]

Well. I guess that could be it.

[blackmass]

That was exactly the purpose I had in mind, actually.

[destage]

[...Oh god, it's--it's like listening to some kind of modern day ghost story? This is completely horrible, and outside of anything Sayaka knows. It sounds like some kind of horrible legend parents tell their children to scare them, but made real...

Sayaka puts her hand on Alex's shoulder, reassuringly. She has to do something.]

Alex-san...I'm so sorry. None of you deserved to have that happen to you, even if you did something silly. You couldn't have known this was all going to happen. It sounds like you didn't have a choice, either...

[God, she feels terrible for her.]

[zomgboom]

Not just any bomb. Like, the reason I said I could bring down this place is because I can make, like. I can use plasma like a jackhammer, I guess? That's not really, like, the correct way to explain it but. [She does really think about it in technical terms a lot.] Basically, my bombs have more force than, like, anything I could make here. Ever.

[sleepytimegal]

[ That void. The ocean around her, her friends like anemones floating in the waves. The ghosts, behind Clarissa's twisted body...

"Do you think we wanted to be thrown away! Like some faulty appliance!"
"You have to know why-- that everyone chose to forget about us! Everyone just...shuttered us away."

A twisting in her gut. A small pining in the back of her head. Alex pulls Sayaka over to her, best she can, and holds her tight. A hug. She can do that much. She...couldn't do anything back there, but, here-- ]

Nothing. [ She's surprised. Her voice is a strangled squeak. ] You didn't a-and- you won't, I- I won't...let that happen.

[hentopan]

If souls and shit are boring to you, I'm curious what is interesting.

[ You could just be like Relius, but who knows. ]

[zomgboom]

It was gone when, like, I got here. [She's making toast in a pan, like it's the fucking stone ages.] This is the worst timeline.

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . What the fuck is a plasma. ]

[sleepytimegal]

Whoa, eggs and bacon? Uhh, sure, yeah! I was just gonna chow down on cereal, but like...I never pass up a hot meal.

[matchbreaker]

Not really.

[ Sigh. ]

There's about an even split of blood types in the packets over there, which is mildly interesting. But other than that, not much.

[matchbreaker]

Well no one was forcing you, I'm more saying not like anyone knew them enough to write a eulogy.

[destage]

[If it were anyone else, she thinks, she wouldn't let them do this. She's not supposed to be touched. She's already got enough worries about everything she's doing being used against her, just so another idol can get ahead, so she'll be replaced and forgotten and--

Sayaka clings right back, burying her face in Alex's shoulder. She's shaking so hard, between the stress of living in a place like this, her memories of that school and it's lies, and every single standard wearing at her arguably fragile mental state. Everything's just tearing her down and making her even worse, and she's so messed up over everything.]

I--I can't do that again...I don't want to be alone again...I-I'll take anything, anything over that...!

[God.]

I'm sorry...I'm sorry...