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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[...Archer, it's a cute tea set, not your long-lost pet.]

It doesn't seem to be, through some utter miracle - I'm letting some tea steep for the time being, you're welcome to it, if you'd like.

That sounds good, thank you.

[Anyway, he'll move over to the trunk to deposit some of this stuff. He'll look through each item as he does it, trying to determine what he actually wants to keep and what is going into the trunk forever. The taser's already in his jacket, but all the other items are here if Kimblee's curious about them. The red stones are sort of pretty but right now they don't mean anything to Archer, while the gauntlet gets a bit of an odd look. He's never seen it before, but he recognizes an array when he sees one. And then there's the roomba, which is the thing that holds Archer's attention the longest as he turns it around in his hands trying to figure out what the fuck it is or what it does.]

[...Yeah, he'll just be watching what you're doing there, buddy, and...we are going to have a pet roomba now, it looks like. Not that he has any goddamn idea what a roomba is, and that thing is going to start scooting around at seven in the fucking morning and Kimblee's going to hate it a little, but that's fine.

...That said, where the hell did you get - ]

All of this came from the machine...?

[Archer glances up at that, setting the roomba aside.]

Yes, I did. Why? Do you recognize any of it?

I can't say I'm surprised, because Miss Estelle had something of mine as well, and I found something that...shouldn't be here.

[...Both of those things are something that he's keeping in his own room, admittedly, because their presence here kind of weirds him out. But anyway...]

But I recognize the stones and the gauntlet both, yes.

You're welcome to have them, if you want them.

[The stones don't mean anything to him, but the gauntlet...]

Who does this belong to? I've never seen it before.

[It's not like he knows every alchemist anyway, but he'd assume he'd remember it if he'd seen it somewhere before.]

...It belonged to someone I served with in Ishval. I last saw him...it can't have been too long ago, perhaps spring of last year? He came by the prison to talk to me.

[He doesn't remember exactly how long it's been; that bothers him. But then, his sense of time is kind of screwed up at this point...]

Either way, he's dead now, I'm sure. I suppose it's possible that he simply disappeared again, but I doubt that to be the case. A bit of a shame, he was an interesting person.

I see.

[That escalated quickly...]

Well, I have no use for it, so you're welcome to have it if you want it.

Honestly, I'm not certain I have use for it, either, but I suppose I can keep it, anyway.

[He'll pick that up, then, along with those stones; he'll immediately start playing with those between his fingers, looking incredibly pleased to see at least one of them.]

One of these is definitely mine. I wonder where the second came from...

Oh? What are they?

[They aren't ordinary stones, right?]

Do you really not know...?

[Ohhh, Archer. He fucking loves these things.]

They're Philosopher's Stones.

Philosopher's Stones... Really?

[He's familiar with the general idea of what they can do, at least.]

That's fascinating.

I did tell you that I had one with me in prison.

[He shifts his hand a bit, flicking the faceted one over to show it off in Archer's direction.]

This one has been with me since Ishval. I don't recognize the other, however.

They fell out of the machine at the same time, so I assumed they go together, but perhaps I was just lucky.

[A two-for-one deal...??]

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...]

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.]

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.]

It is.

[God, just let him stop playing with the magical murder rocks and pour some of the tea here, he's got no damn idea how long he's supposed to let it do anything but surely it's been sitting there long enough.]

I don't know if this is done to your liking, I normally can't stand tea.

Really? I've always been quite fond of it. What made you decide to try making it today?

[Thank you, he'll accept that. So is this going to be okay or is it going to be awful, how bad is Kimblee at making tea here.]

[...

he's been away from a fucking teapot for at least fourteen years, he's been letting this sit there for like ten minutes and he hates tea

how good do you think this is realistically going to be, archer]

I imagined it would be less likely to influence my ability to sleep tonight. Last night was strange, I woke up incredibly early; I'd prefer to not repeat that.

[Terrible with a capital T, got it.]

Ah, that's understandable. Entirely too much coffee, then?

[He'll take a sip and then just. Make a face. Oh my god.]

...You'll have to let me prepare the tea in the future.

I think so. Odd dreams, as well.

[...pfffff oh god- ]

That bad, then.

Exactly that bad.

[But getting back to the former topic...]

I had an odd dream as well, though I assume it's on account of being trapped in here.

[It was about Kimbley kinda, so Kimblee's presence in his room would probably explain that.]

[Oh, that's interesting.]

I'd imagine that the stress of the situation could cause all sorts of odd dreams, yes... Might I ask what it was about?

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