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]

[ "When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not. But soon I shall be so I cannot remember any... but the things that never happened."

...Okay. So...that was a dream. Alex lays in bed for awhile, staring at the ceiling. The Sunken? The- the time loops, seeing Michael. And...the vague knowledge of life after the island-

Alex finds herself a little lost. She goes wandering, standing at the profiles for awhile, studying her own. Yes, that would explain radios, but...this was a dream, wasn't it?

When that gets stale, she intends to go grab something from the kitchen, but the staircase catches her eye. Was that...? A buzzing under her skin, like electricity dancing on her arms. It's...excitement, adventure, she thinks. The need to explore. She lets it take her over and skips breakfast (honestly, brunch by now), taking the stairs two at a time.

What she finds doesn't quite satiate the hunger for discovery; there's no sign of a way out, of course. Instead, a floor full of distractions. She doesn't spend too long in each room, at least until she reaches the sewing room, which... Look, Alex doesn't know how to sew. She can do a patch-job fine, but she doesn't know how to sew. And it looks like she's not gonna learn here, because what the heck those things are ancient! They're like something the ghosts- ...Yeah, let's put that dream out of her mind- anyway, she spends some time looking around and idly playing around with the sewing machines. ...She is probably going to break one, she has no idea what she's doing.

Eventually, she gets bored with the new floor and instead goes to get that fabled food. That's not noteworthy. What is, however, is that she remembers those coins by her bed and- well, her next stop is the vending machine. ]

Okay, let's see what this clunker's got.

[ A few interesting things, Alex. Most of it she regards with confusion. Hairspray? A weird but rather stylish tank-top? A glass eye? An entire rotisserie chicken?

But really what takes the cake is a stack of Polaroids, the subjects of which are incredibly familiar to her. Some of them represent what she saw in her dream, and--

And she drops the whole stack. Alex kneels down to collect them, trembling, a single photo still in her hand. They're all across the floor...enough so she can see the subtle differences, and the inclusion or absence of certain people, and she's mouthing a name and entirely--

...Well, Alex stays there for awhile. In disbelief. Maybe crying? She doesn't want to get tears on these pictures but oh boy that is difficult. ]

vending machine

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh, Elda was here to snatch up that glass eye really...

... But then there's that whole scene with the photos and the woman swoops down to try to pick some of them up for Alex, but she goes down just as quick and now they're both crouched and she looks a little teary and... uh.

Well then. ]

If you don't want to mess them up, want me to keep 'em in hand?

[sleepytimegal]

[ Oh, that's right there are. Other people here, aren't there, other...people who exist, outside of her and these photos and the memories they represent that couldn't have possibly happened. Alex dimly nods but at the same time refuses to let go of the one she's holding. The hand that's trying to gather up the other photos, it drifts to the face of the boy in that picture, shaking. Michael... ]

This- this is impossible.

[matchbreaker]

...Why?

[ Okay, she'll just.. collect all these up then? Or something? ... Honestly, at this point, the girl's face is a lot more interesting so she doesn't even think to steal her other stuff as she's getting the rest of the photos in order and glancing at them.

... Oh.

a lot of these looks almost like the same photos, but with different people? ]

[sleepytimegal]

[ For. A few reasons, really. ]

He can't- this stuff didn't...happen.

vending machine, just tags you everywhere

[bloodbiter]

...Alex?

[She might not know what's wrong, but when she comes into the room, it's not difficult to see how distressed the other girl is. Adelina makes a beeline for her, her eyes glancing at the photo for a moment.]

What is it?

[sleepytimegal]

Michael.

[ Just a name, and she knows she hasn't told Adelina about him by name, yet at the moment he's all that matters. ]

[bloodbiter]

[A beat, and then, gently:]

Who is Michael?

[sleepytimegal]

M-my-- [ Her voices shakes and she trembles. ] My brother.

Seweing machine

[greenmamabear]

[Fern, already spending her whole day here, can't help but make conversation.]

Looking for anything?

[sleepytimegal]

Not specific. [ What is this...a pedal? Do you need to pedal this machine to make it work...? ] Just...trying to figure out how these even work?

[greenmamabear]

Yeeeaaaah its some older stuff alright. I'm still trying to wrap my head around it.

[sleepytimegal]

You...ever seen it before?

Vending Machine

[destage]

[Well, Sayaka had spent some time over here--she was gonna walk somewhere else when she sees Alex and...those...photos?

...She's going right over, kneeling with Alex.]

Alex-san, is...are you going to be okay?

[sleepytimegal]

I. [ She breathes in tight. ] I don't- I don't know.

[destage]

[...god, this is just gonna be another of these days.]

Talk to me, if you'd like.

sewing room

[shuttermouse]

Those look ancient. It's like they came from the 19th century.

[ Just. Gesturing towards the machines. Hi, Alex, what's up. ]

[sleepytimegal]

Tell me about it... Are you gonna try and make something?

[shuttermouse]

Nah. I can't sew.

Vending Machine

[ninehundredlives]

...Alex?

[She doesn't ask if she's okay.]

[sleepytimegal]

[ One of Alex's hands is curled to a fist on the ground. The other keeps hold of that first photo. ]

It l-looks so real.

[ninehundredlives]

[...hm. Susan goes to kneel on the ground near Alex, not too close.]

What is it...?

vending machine

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Oh hey, people are getting things out of the vending machine, and Alex is here, time to talk to Alex, who is getting things out of the vending machine! ]

... Alex?

[sleepytimegal]

[ THE VENDING MACHINE, FULL OF FUN AND WONDERFUL THINGS.

...Yeah, she's just kind of crying right now. ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK DOES SHE DO TRYING TO HAVE IRL FRIENDS WAS A MISTAKE-

Okay, no, she's going to... put a hand on Alex's shoulder? ]

... Talk to me, what's going on?