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

[bloodisthicker]

...

[...holy shit holy shit holy shit]

No, you idiot, what are you ...

[...

WELL THAT SURE HAPPENED AND HE'S JUST... OKAY.]

...

Look, if anyone needs to go to the infirmary after that, just... I'll take you. I'll take you.

[What the fuck. What the fuck?? What the fuck!!!]

[evilfrenzy]

[Even Rideaux is completely rigid with shock after that display. It was unbelievably stupid to pull a knife on Alena after witnessing what she can do in the execution pit. He expected her to be the one delivering the punishment for it, but...

What the actual fuck just happened to that kid?]

...Yeah. [He snaps out of his internal freakout for a second, easing into speaking.] Yeah, I'll...see anyone who needs it.

[He's...probably going to be there for a while, thinking. Holy fucking shit.]

cw: emetophobia

[bloodisthicker]

Yes. Good. I'm sure... there will probably be some nausea.

[WHAT THE FUCK.]

So. Get out the buckets, I suppose.

[icysemblance]

I think I need to take you up on that.

[She is most definitely not okay; she's pale and sweaty and just not looking too good. She doesn't look like she'd make it upstairs in one piece.]

[ninehundredlives]

Come on, then.

[Susan's gone pale, eyes wide. She wants to get out of here just as badly as she wants to maybe not leave Tarrlok and Rideaux to medicate people.]

[icysemblance]

Thank you, Susan.

[Weiss hadn't gotten that far, but she knows she's in bad shape, and she'll be very carefully heading upstairs.]

[ninehundredlives]

[Yes, let's just. Do that.]

Here, sit. [She'll help Weiss over to a bed if she needs it.]

[icysemblance]

[Weiss will gladly take that assistance, sitting on the bed with her head pointed down between her knees.]

I'm sorry for this, I don't normally fall apart like this, but it was such a shock...

[ninehundredlives]

You don't have to apologize. That was psychotic.

[Susan is sort of wondering if they all have little bombs embedded in them now, but there's a time and a place for talking about that and this is neither.

She'll just fetch a little paper cup of water?]

[icysemblance]

Psychotic is certainly one way to put it. Godawful is the word I'd use, followed by 'what the actual hell' and 'why'.

[That's going to help a little. She's still pretty shaky, though.]

[ninehundredlives]

Those all work, too...

[She feels. Less capable, here, than she once might have. Still.]

Just breathe, okay? Let me know if you feel faint.

[bloodisthicker]

Yes, just... go with Susan. I'll be up later, if you need more than one person, alright?

[introspects]

[ oh god.

oh god oh god. orihime is clearly panicking, and definitely looks woozy--she's seen blood, but not--not like that-- ]

Y-Yes...the infirmary...

[bloodisthicker]

...Yes, let's get out of here.

[HERE. HAVE A SHOULDER. WE'RE GOING TO THE INFIRMARY.]

[introspects]

...Hanamura-san...he's...

[ gone, isn't he? THANKS, TARRLOK. she's just going to, uh. let him carry her there? ]

[bloodisthicker]

...Yes. I know. Just...

[...CARRYING THIS TEENAGE GIRL...]

Look, it's not going to take too long. Just breathe.

[introspects]

[ BREATHING AS WELL AS SHE CAN... her breaths are shaky, though. partly because she's trying not to cry? ]

Why...? Why did he do that?

[bloodisthicker]

...People tend to make bad decisions when they're under a lot of stress. Under normal circumstances, nothing like that would happen, but...

[...he really doesn't know what Yosuke actually intended to accomplish, but...]

[introspects]

T-That's...that's true, but he--he didn't deserve what happened to him at all!

[ he shouldn't have died, especially not in the way he did.

this just isn't fair. ]

[bloodisthicker]

No. No, he didn't. But this is the kind of situation we're dealing with right now.

[he sighs as they make it to the infirmary, because fuck.]

We have to get out of here. That's it.