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

cw dolls

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda's out of her room round about noon today. That's... uh, well, it's not that late for her, honestly, but it's also not super early either. She's frowning a little bit as she steps out, but then shakes her head, moving past that. She's got a pillow case filled with some twenty or so coins. And thus, her first destination is the vending machine. Once she starts putting things in, she gets a small but interesting collection of items. Some of it like the teas and turnip are discarded out of hand. She doesn't have a need for food. The rest of these, well, you guys can decide among yourself if you want to pick at some of it from her! Most of it she's hauling back to her room in probably more than one trip though. She had but one pillow case.

But still, once that's done? Honestly, the woman isn't sure what to do with the day or with that weird dream she had. She could and probably will explore around the new areas if anyone wants to see her anywhere up there, but, well, she's going to go at something else important! ... Not at all important, but hey. Now wearing that necklace she got out of the vending machine she's going to settle into the Kitchen.

There, she's taking the dollhouse and the naked dolls there within into the kitchen and using soap, water, a sponge, and her toothbrush she's going to be cleaning them off? They seemed a little dusty to her! So like. hope creepy naked dolls don't bother you, but she didn't want something so dusty in her room and this is something nice and mechanical to do with her hands. ]

kitchen

[withabigsmile]

[...What a creepy dollhouse. Blue can't help but be a little appalled, but... She's also intrigued, and goes to look it over.]

They're a little under dressed, aren't they?

[The dolls, of course. Maybe their clothes are somewhere else? She is washing them...]

[matchbreaker]

Yeah, they came like that. Actually, it originally looked like seven of 'em were in some sort of Satanic ritual or something.

[ She's saying this with an upbeat tone as she's using the toothbrush to sort of carefully un-dust-ti-fy this naked guy here. ]

[withabigsmile]

...A what now? Are you sure they aren't haunted?

[They sound a little haunted. They look a little haunted, in fact.]

[matchbreaker]

I don't think so? My spiritual sense isn't as good as my granddaughter's but if this one was haunted it probably wouldn't like my scrubbing its junk, right?

[ . . . Then again?

... Well, let's set that one down. ]

[withabigsmile]

If they haven't started moving on their own, I'm sure they're fine...!

[...You got a real winner there, Elda.]

[matchbreaker]

Oh no, nothing like that, then!

[ Hehehe....

Well, let's put some of this furniture in the sink to rinse it off! She's gong to do this without missing a beat. Hope you don't mind several dolls seemingly looking at you. ]

[withabigsmile]

...Why don't I make them some clothes? You know, just in case. I think they'd appreciate the wardrobe.

[These dolls are so damn freaky what the fuck.]

[matchbreaker]

Oh right, they did add a sewing room, didn't they?

[ She hums a little, sudding up this table... ]

You know, if you're offering, that does sound good. Iunno what I'd pay you, though.

[withabigsmile]

[Pay her... Well, in that case-]

Really? I can think of something right away! And I'll even throw in an outfit for you.

[matchbreaker]

[ Tuuuuuurn her head. ]

Okay, what do you want?

[withabigsmile]

Well, you know, if you ever see me running down the halls, screaming my pretty little head off because someone's trying to take me out, do me a solid and bail me out, would you? ♥

[...The concept isn't completely insane, but it's strange to hear something like that with a wink and a smile.]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Blink. Blink, blink. She holds up a hand and - ]

It's in my best interests to do that anyway though. If we have some other tedious trial and we mess it up I'm dead too.

[withabigsmile]

Then we have ourselves a deal! What do you like to wear?

[If Elda isn't considering the possibility of watching someone murder her, she isn't going to encourage that line of thought.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Look, she's not reputable here. If it comes down to her word against someone else's then it's most likely going to be someone else's which wins. ... That, and for all of her spite, she's not really the type to stick to inaction where it can be helped.

But she tilts her head and... ]

A dress, I suppose?

[ She tugs a little - oh right, she's got the school uniform on? She sighs. ] I'm usually in loose dresses, but honestly something with longer sleeves might be nice to have too.

[withabigsmile]

I could make you a light coat, if you want! That way you can decide when you're feeling like sleeves. Or a yukata might look nice...

[She's moving right along, like that awkward question never happened.]

[matchbreaker]

Oh that's one of those Japanese-y things, right?

[ She nods ] That might be pretty fun! I think a jacket's probably better though, right...

VENDING MACHINE; one day ill tag something on time but not today

[paralogical]

[ That's an impressive pile of things, Elda! He doesn't mind approaching her since their last talk was amicable enough, so... here he is.

He eyes the carton of cigarettes for a second before looking at her. ]

Where'd you get the coins?

Hey man we good

[matchbreaker]

Oh! ... Just appeared on the desk in the room?

[ She rubs her chin a little bit... You know that is a bit odd when you put it like that... ]

bless

[paralogical]

[ Naaah, not weird at all. Definitely nothing Elda or anyone else should be worried about. ]

Huh. Probably means they're given out at random.

[matchbreaker]

Probably. I'm not sure what special I would have done. Jericho and the girl don't seem to like me that much to begin with.

[ Yep. ]

[paralogical]

Do they like anyone?

[ Genuine question because he hasn't paid attention to either of them. ]

[matchbreaker]

Sigrun seems to think the girl's friendly.

[ With a tone of "why?" ]

[paralogical]

She's not friendly enough to tell anyone how to get out of here.

[ Why indeed. ]

[matchbreaker]

No, she's not. Or not to kill people.