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

[matchbreaker]

... Oh, okay?

[ She'll just be tossing that back in the cabinet... then.

Hmmm... ]

Okay, ibuprofen, ibuprofen...

[gorira]

Ibuprofen, or, like, aspirin...

[ Relax, Elda, she'll help you look, Christ. She'll do her good deed and help the elderly today. ]

Jesus, there's no need for this place to have this much in here...something tells me it isn't a generosity thing, either.

[ It's stacked, but that also means it's easy for things to go conveniently missing... ]

[matchbreaker]

Okay, so what's Ambien, then?

[ BECAUSE THAT'S... what she pulls out next... ]

[gorira]

From the sound of it, probably a sleep medicine. Another one you should be careful of. Look for...

[ Shit, what's the brand name... ]

Aleve? That's probably your best bet.

[matchbreaker]

[ Okay ... wait, what- ]

People use drugs to sleep now? What happened to getting drunk?

[gorira]

Geez, you really are a fucking old lady, if you think people get wasted just to sleep. It's a lot easier to take a pill and get some rest than it is to slam back beers.

[matchbreaker]

Well excuse me for knowing the classics!

[ :T

But okay, okay, okay.

Onto the next part... ]

[gorira]

All of a sudden, you're making me really grateful that we don't have a bar here. Last thing we need is for some of us here to get hammered, you included.

[ Imagining her drunk is surprisingly easy, and not something she'd like to see. Especially considering she's so small; she's probably a lightweight. ]

[matchbreaker]

Wouldn't we be more concerned about the likes of you? Or actually the mask girl too.

[ . . . You know no, this one looks promising? ]

... Maybe Terumi? He'd be bad.

[gorira]

You don't have to worry about me drinking.

[ Somewhere in the universe, an alternate Chitoge sneezes. ]

First of all, I'm underage, and second of all, I hate the taste of alcohol, anyway. Besides, I've seen people in my family drink all the time at parties, and it's never, ever pretty.

[ That said... ]

He'd be an awful drunk. But personally, if there's anyone I'd want to see drunk, it's probably Sayaka.

[matchbreaker]

Why her? I bet she'd be mopey.

[ Oh... yes... this does look right? She throws it towards Chitoge's head, trusting her to catch it. ... Even if she threw it overhand.

... Yeah.

It's aspirin. ]

[gorira]

Mopey? No wa--ow, ow, ow...

[ Mid-conversation, she catches it on impulse, without even flinching; that dexterity coming in handy. But with the wounds on her palms, gripping it is a pain... ]

[matchbreaker]

Yes way! That's totally how she'd be!

... anyway is that the stuff?

[ IGNORING HER pain.

She jumps down. ]

[gorira]

Yes, it's the goddamn aspirin! Don't just ignore me when I'm so clearly hurting after your shitty throw! Where the hell do you think you're aiming, huh?! For the love of Christ!

[ She throws the bottle back-- ]

Take two every fucking six hours!

[matchbreaker]

[ and elda, of course, catches it, smirking. ]

I expected you to catch it. and now you've got a good life lesson.

[ SEE. ]