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

[firstaid]

So... it was like you saw the future? Or...

[It doesn't really make sense, now does it.]

[ninehundredlives]

...or the past. I feel fine now, after all. But...that's silly, right...?

[firstaid]

I don't think it's silly... but it doesn't make sense whatsoever.

[ninehundredlives]

No...

[Are you headed somewhere with this?]

[firstaid]

[Is she? She's not sure...]

But you had a dream, too, a strange dream that felt real.

[She's trying to make sense of all of this.]

I don't have any unexplained injuries so it's hard to relate, but... we're seeing something... that felt real to us. At least that's what it seems like. Almost like a memory. Yet I never experienced anything in my dream before, at least I don't think I did.

[ninehundredlives]

...did other people have dreams, too?

[This is the first she's hearing about this.]

[firstaid]

[She shakes her head.]

I don't know, to be honest. I'll have to ask around.

[ninehundredlives]

Did you have one?

[firstaid]

[Estelle nods.]

I did, actually...

[ninehundredlives]

...that is weird...

[firstaid]

It was really vivid and I wasn't sure what to make of it? It had information about myself I didn't know before, but it made sense.

[Much to her dismay.]

[ninehundredlives]

...they do say that can happen with dreams. It's your brain processing things while you're asleep.

[Though she sounds kinda doubtful about this hypothesis...]

[firstaid]

But would it process rather specific information you don't know?

[Yeah, she sounds pretty doubtful, too.]

[ninehundredlives]

Maybe if you had all the pieces to put it together yourself?

[firstaid]

Maybe if I did, but... I'm almost certain I didn't. That's what makes it so confusing.

[ninehundredlives]

...yeah. That is pretty weird.

[......she should just ask]

Are you saying you think it really happened?

[firstaid]

[She shakes her head.]

I'm honestly not sure. I... I don't think it did.

[At least she doesn't want to believe it happened.]

[ninehundredlives]

Then I wouldn't worry about it. It's only a dream.

[Pick one or the other.]

[firstaid]

[She nods.]

I'll try not to.

[Though telling Estelle to choose is... yeah. She still struggles with that.]