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

[explosivecombat]

Do you really not know...?

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

They're Philosopher's Stones.

[sadisticwarfare]

Philosopher's Stones... Really?

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

That's fascinating.

[explosivecombat]

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.

[sadisticwarfare]

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...??]

[explosivecombat]

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...]

[sadisticwarfare]

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.]

[explosivecombat]

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.]

[sadisticwarfare]

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.]

[explosivecombat]

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.

[sadisticwarfare]

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.]

[explosivecombat]

[...

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.

[sadisticwarfare]

[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.

[explosivecombat]

I think so. Odd dreams, as well.

[...pfffff oh god- ]

That bad, then.

[sadisticwarfare]

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.]

[explosivecombat]

[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?

[sadisticwarfare]

I was in South Headquarters for some reason studying some child when a madwoman arrived and dropped us through the floor. The Fuhrer was there as well and so was Kimbley - though he looked nothing like you. I won't detail the entire thing since it was a long dream, but the entire thing was a bit strange. I usually don't remember my dreams, if I dream at all.

[explosivecombat]

[..........what the fuck kind of no-context theatre]

That's...so devoid of actual meaning I'm actually impressed. Though I suppose dreams do have a tendency to be like that.

[sadisticwarfare]

Yes, they are. It was absolutely bizarre waking up after that.

[explosivecombat]

Hopefully they'll abate a bit tonight.

...Terrible tea notwithstanding.

[sadisticwarfare]

I certainly hope so. What did you end up dreaming about? Something that made a little more sense?

[explosivecombat]

...I'm not sure if I'd say it made any more sense than that or not, actually.

[...]

I was fighting someone on a train... Someone I haven't seen since the war. An Ishvalan. I remembered him well; I killed his brother and nearly killed him in an incident in the Kanda district.

I don't know what we were doing there, or where we were going; it was very cold, and we destroyed at least two of the train cars in the fight. I sustained a rather violent injury and was forced to retreat, unfortunately.

I remember that I was dying, in the dream. Or at least, the people that found me after the fact seemed to think so. It was strange, for several reasons.

[sadisticwarfare]

Well, I'd certainly say so. I have no idea what could have prompted a dream like that.

[Maybe it's just a really complicated way of Kimblee's brain going "SO YOU'RE GONNA DIE HERE" or something.]

But go on, what made it so strange?

[explosivecombat]

[No, that's what he thinks too, but...]

Ah... Some of it is due to things similar that what you've mentioned - it's not that I don't dream, or that I never recall them, but most of my dreams are very literal. They're almost all based around things that have happened to me in the past; making up new scenarios, particularly ones that involve being on the verge of death like that... It's not something I normally do.

[His dreams are usually fun, don't get him wrong, they're just...not usually that.]

...I'm certain you recall that I said at the meeting that I woke up here with severe scarring that I didn't have before. The injury I sustained in the dream was in the same location as a particularly terrible section of it. So that was unsettling, to say the least.

[sadisticwarfare]

I see. That certainly would be incredibly unsettling.

[Maybe it was an attempt to explain the scarring... but who knows with dreams.]

Hopefully you won't have to deal with any more bizarre dreams.

[explosivecombat]

I'm not going to let it trouble me, it's just something that I've been more aware of than I'd like.

[...No, really, shit's unsettling.]

...I do appreciate you letting me stay in here, however. Odd dreams or otherwise.