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

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[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

[zomgboom]

It's nothing I haven't seen before. [She says that with a huge eyeroll.] Stupid Aaron is always leaking everywhere. What do you think it, like, does?

[ninehundredlives]

It's got a coin slot in its mouth? Maybe it was supposed to...drop something out?

[She lifts it up a little, gingerly, to keep from getting oil on her sleeve.]

It looks like it used to be attached to some kind of base, and it's been ripped out. To...be shoved in here, I guess. [why]

[zomgboom]

It sort of feels like it doesn't belong here or whatever? [She's studying it, trying to figure out the best way to pick it up.] I mean, like, where did they even get this from?

[ninehundredlives]

It hardly fits the aesthetic. It's a piece of rubbish.

[She feels the place where it was torn out of whatever it was once part of a little more carefully. A deliberate action, surely?]

...so it's weird they put it in there. Maybe somebody else here would recognize it?

[zomgboom]

There's, like, a lot of us so. [It's possible, but it's hers and she was rightfullt gifted it so they can't have it.] . . . Do you think this means our stuff might be in there too?

[ninehundredlives]

The stuff we were taken with? I...guess it could be.

[She hasn't seen anything to indicate that, but it's not at all an outlandish idea.]

There's nothing of mine that's very valuable anyway.

[zomgboom]

It's not about, like, valuable? I just, like, want my cellphone back.

[She hasn't texted anyone in over a week, it's bullshit.]

[ninehundredlives]

It's valuable to you, then. I'm not sure I care either way.

[Unless you've got a bunch of cats in there tbh]

I doubt it'd work in here.

[zomgboom]

You never know. Aaron, like, did something to my phone and now it gets signal in space or whatever so, like, it's totally possible.

[ninehundredlives]

They would...probably know about that, wouldn't they?

[It definitely sounds too useful to be allowed in here. Their luck is pretty shit.]