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

[sleepytimegal]

[ Silence is okay. She doesn't like it really, but in moments like this, it's fine. Necessary. She breathes in deep and shuts her eyes, fighting tears.

...And holding that first photo so close. ]

[sleepytimegal]

That is something I could get behind. An eternal toast servant.

[sleepytimegal]

[ Alex doesn't notice Susan immediately. She's busy examining the taser, frowning. ]

Those blade-things weren't enough, now they gotta...? Ugh.

[sleepytimegal]

[ ...That's alright. That's...a touch is comforting. She can't stop looking at it, at a picture where...there's no Clarissa. ]

I did have one...at the end. [ Her jaw almost locks up. ] They...they would've let me leave, if I...gave up one of...my friends, sort of. They liked her, they wanted to...keep her, but I- I couldn't let them do that.

So...I closed the portal instead, on...on the inside.

[ "It's everyone or nothing, girl. Understand your situation." ]

But I still- I...everything went weird and then I woke up...on the boat home. With everyone. ...My step-brother carried me out.

[matchbreaker]

Well, I don't have much use for it...

[ Oh wait - ]

... Or the tea? I got some of that same stuff.

[ She points at his golden flower stuff. ]

[matchbreaker]

Oh, I just felt like it, that's all.

[ She shrugs. She is a granny so it's... fine, probably? ]

[evilfrenzy]

[It's okay, we're all speaking in "technically true"s here.]

I see. Then it truly must have been a surprise to see it again, and here of all places.

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . ]

Grief has a way of making the world seem very small. Or at least, that's always been my experience.

[ She says this in the form of a little soft exhale. The woman steps forward and offers all the pictures back for her. ]

[evilfrenzy]

Before the Coordinators' deadline, I'd imagine. The problem is we just don't know when that is.

[...and since Kyrie kind of casually brought it up, Rideaux is here for some juicy gossip.]

Do you have a list of candidates for "most likely to snap and attack someone"?

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh like what?

She laughs at that, shaking her head before taking a step back. ]

Well, that's yours to regret.

[destage]

...Wait, does that mean you were...?

[Sayaka's eyes widen, horrified. Did she--did she willingly sacrifice herself for them not to take one of her friends? What did that mean for her? Was she just trapped in there, with no hope of escape?

...Wait.]

...Was it just...like that, then? You closed it, but then your step-brother must have--did he find a way inside of there, then, to get you out?

[This sounds like a mess and a half, but...that means Alex is free, then, right?]

[sleepytimegal]

You've done nothing to be. You don't- it's okay. I'm here. [ Like that means anything. Like that fixes anything. But it has to, because it's all she can do. ] I'm not leaving, it's-

[ She swallows, and holds tighter. ]

We'll figure it out.

[evilfrenzy]

Rideaux reacts to that with not a whole lot of shock. He doesn't seem all that intimidated either. Apparently he's no stranger to killing?]

Is that what you do as a "Guardian"?

[Whatever the hell that entails.]

[sleepytimegal]

Yeah. It does. [ The picture of herself and that boy, right on top. Alex studies it and then holds it to her heart. ]

I... It's my brother. He...died. [ The words sort of slip out. ] And these- he shouldn't...be in any of these, because of that.

[destage]

[Sayaka does the same and...stays quiet, for a good little while. She feels so feeble right now, like the whole world is crashing down and all she's got left is what's right next to her.

It's...]

...Alex-san...I'm begging you...

[She unburies her face from Alex's shoulder, looking up with a very tear stained face.]

Please...please don't let something happen to you. I can't--I can't lose you.

[It's probably sad, that she trusts the girl in front of her...honestly, even more than she trusts anyone in this place.]

[evilfrenzy]

Yeah. I suppose a bloodbath isn't out of the question. Or some could be taken out in general. In that sense, it doesn't hurt to have a few around.

[...they sure are discussing it like this.]

[sleepytimegal]

[ She shakes her head. ]

He found me outside the cave. I don't...know how I ended up there. I thought that was it b-but...I guess...they let me go?

[ She doesn't sound too convinced by that. Under Sayaka's hand, her muscles tense. ]

I- it all feels weird. I don't understand anything, and we...took a picture. [ She taps one. This one. ] And then everything gets fuzzy. Like...I was waking up but- but not.

[matchbreaker]

Oh, you can actually so guitar? Nice!

[ What the fuck is a Haisai??? But she nods and... is going to scoot onto the piano chair next her... ]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Oh.

... She falters a long moment. Older, clearly? Probably? She frowns and. ]

... I'd be as cross if my folks or brother were in some pictures too.

[destage]

[Sayaka feels that, and...wow. What does she even say to all of this? That's so horrible...there was no way she could be fine after that, not from the way her tone sounds. Sayaka doesn't like it at all.]

Do you remember anything about waking up? Where you were, in that case?

[Or was it just that she woke up this morning...?]

[shuttermouse]

Alright, one delicious hot breakfast coming right up.

[ Aaand she'll get the ingredients for a nice, big breakfast for the both of them; she likes Alex, and making food for two doesn't involve that much extra effort on her part. Scrambled eggs, bacon, plus some vegetables and two bowls of steamed rice. Soon, the kitchen is filled with the smell of bacon and eggs and Chie is piling a large amound of food onto her plate. ]

Well? What do you think?

[shuttermouse]

You be careful too, okay? I'd rather not stumble across your corpse one day.

[zomgboom]

Oh, that reminds me. Are you, like, an assassin for priests or something? What is, like, an Excecutor of the Something Something Sacred Church?

[That means he executes people, right? She's into that idea.]

[destage]

I have no plans of letting that happen to me. Don't you worry about it.

[sleepytimegal]

[ What did she do...? Alex doesn't quite understand it, but-

...in here, whatever connection they can get, and...she's let so many people down. The people in town, looking at her, like she's- like she'd held him down herself, and-

That's not here. She's not in Camena and- she can at least stay alive. Or try. ]

I won't. [ Her voice is high and thin. ] I'll st-stay alive, I won't...leave you alone.