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

[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.