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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? |
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!]
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[...]
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.
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[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?
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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.
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[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.
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[...No, really, shit's unsettling.]
...I do appreciate you letting me stay in here, however. Odd dreams or otherwise.
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[It was easier to actually fall asleep last night even if he did have a bizarre dream. Considering his usual insomnia, that was appreciated.]
You can stay as long as you'd like; I don't mind.
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Perhaps a while longer, then. If you truly don't mind.
[...He really does appreciate it, all right.]
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[He gets it. He might not fully understand what it's like for Kimble, but he gets that it's bad. To understate it a bit.]
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