trustfell | 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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I-I am very certain of that, believe me! It's just rude to do, though!

[JUST. GIVE HER THE SIGNAL WHEN YOU'RE DECENT, ELDA, GOOD GOD.]

[ Heh, heh, heh....

But okay after a shirt spell the blood bag is on the bed, she's sitting on the end of it dressed and she's back to brushing her hair and she says: ]

You can look.

[Alright, phew. She'll set her gaze back to Elda with a smile.]

Thank you...and sorry, again. I don't deal well with it.

Oh wow, now I sound ugly.

[ Blandly, she responds with this while brushing her hair!! ... Want to sit next to her or somewhere else in the dark room? ]

That isn't what I mean at all!

[Why are you like this, Elda. Ugh.

...she'll take the seat at the desk, then, if that's okay, just...]

I mean...I can see why James-san praised your hair so much, for one. You take incredible care of it.

Mmm, of course. It's something I've always had pride in! And like I've told some of you, you need to look presentable before you go out. I suppose you're getting a special honor in that respect.

[ Brush, brush. But she's watching Sayaka as he's doing this, so used to this is she. ]

[...you know, that reminds her.]

Ah, do you need any help with makeup, or anything like that when you're done? I managed to get a small kit from the machine.

Oh, I don't normally wear much.

[ . . . Err. ]

... If you've got nail polish I'd love a touch up though, these're going to chip eventually - and I wouldn't mind being dolled up here and again.

...No, I don't think it has any. I only found some eyeliner, a compact, some mascara, and a nail file.

[Mmph. Now she feels kind of bad for getting her hopes up.]

[ . . . ]

You can do me up one of these days anyway? I'm going to end up having blood more sparingly than usual, I'm sure some wrinkles will show eventually.

[--AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HER EYES PRACTICALLY GO SPARKLY.]

Oh--oh, I'd love to, Marker-san! I'll be sure to make you up wonderfully so you don't have to worry about that!

[...actually, though--]

Are you...sure, about the sporadic blood? I don't mind trying to bring you more daily...

There's got to be a finite amount of this stuff, right? That Ashworth woman said you guys had two months of food, so there's probably even less of the blood.

[ . . . She doesn't know the food restocks. ]

...The food restocks, Marker-san, I don't think there's anything to say that the blood wouldn't either.

[???????]

... Oh, does it?

[ . . . ]

... I didn't know. I can't eat your stuff anyway.

It's fine. I simply wanted to tell you, so you didn't have to worry about it.

Right.

[ Mmmmm... ]

... Right.

[ A frown. ]

... Hey, girl--- Sayaka. You sleeping alright?

[...she seizes a bit, at that question, but...]

Not...really. At least, not since I got here. [She doesn't want to bring up that dream again.] Is everything okay?

Of course not, this bed's no proper coffin. The whole thing's too soft.

[ She groans a little on it, but keeps brushing her hair. ]

More than that, I got a weird dream last night about my granddaughter failing to kiss her boyfriend. The whole thing's just positively silly.

Ah, that...makes sense.

[...so it wasn't just her, then. That's...huh.]

...That's certainly odd. Karin-san, I'm guessing? What on earth could have happened?

I don't know. Honestly, the whole thing's...

[ Complicated by who the boyfriend is? Does she want to get into it...? Well, there's no one else she's going to get into with it, so... why not. ]

Maybe I've still got Carren and that brat on the mind still. Karin's been seeing this human kid... or well, she doesn't think she is, but she is. I told her that's all in fine to play around, but not to get too serious, because that's a dead end. Actually, that's the last thing I said before I went to sleep and woke up here. And now bam, some memory of them again? I guess the whole trial got me thinking about a difference in kind among species.

Ah...that could explain it. That's a bit of an odd thing to dream over...

[ahahahahahahaha she's...kind of averting her eyes at this point. But at least Elda's distracted enough with her own thoughts, so maybe she can avoid it.]

Hopefully Karin-san sees that it's not a good idea, at least. Girls like her...they're young, and kind of silly sometimes. They need someone to make sure they're still going in the right direction.

Aren't you only a year older than her? Might be a little silly for you to being agreeing with me in anything about the affairs of silly girls.

[ Like, just saying. She says it with some amusement, but. ]

Ah, that's...probably just something my managers would say. It's a force of habit.

[She'll laugh a little, at least.]

I mean, you're right, of course. But its the way of youth to resist that, not simply parrot it. You, you're far too young to be agreeing too much with an old lady like me.

[ She says this with a laugh of her own, still brushing her hair - now rounding out the ends of one of the tails. He pats it down. ... The blood packet still hasn't much touched beyond her initial examination. ]

...It's not really the same, for idols.

[Still, ah...she's assuming she's waiting a bit for the blood, but hmm.]

Isn't it much easier to go along with what people want, than try to fight over it...?

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