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]

Good! Because I'm counting on that!

[ She's in this deep now, it seems. She releases the other's shoulder, pulling that hand back to herself.

... She's annoyed at herself, but she said it, so might as well be true to it. ]

[destage]

A-ah--

[...Sayaka takes a couple steps back, while turning around and just...kind of nods her head? That's what she should do, right? She's...probably relying on her to get blood, if need be.]

I won't let you down, Marker-san...

[matchbreaker]

... That's my line.

[ Stupid girl. ]

[destage]

...I'm sorry.

[She just wants to bury her head in her stuffed animal again, just to make it all go away--]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Why is she apologizing. Why is she reacting like this? Is ... she's too rough by half, of course she is. Elda hesitates a long moment. and she then advances one step, two. and then reaches her palm out to press it on Sayaka's forehead. ]

If you're in trouble, call on me. You can rely on me, and trust that much.

[destage]

Thank you, Marker-san. I...um...

[...]

Trust is hard to come by, in an industry like mine. Where even the littlest of slip-ups could...basically put you in bad enough standing to lose everything you've worked for. I don't...really trust people, all that much. I worry constantly that they're just out to hurt me.

I...I trust you a lot, honestly.

[matchbreaker]

[ What a human sounding industry.

... She exhales though, no need to drag that through the mud. ]

I don't believe in long cons like that. I just call it like I see it, and I apparently decided you're worth being alive.

[ . . . Wow that's at once what to meant to say and what she absolutely didn't. Still, she ... shivers at being trusted s quick. She can't help but be surprised. ]

[destage]

...I appreciate that a lot.

[...]

I've never really had an...older lady influence, I guess I should say? It's...honestly nice, I guess. I know it isn't quite the same, but you've done a lot for me just by being here.

[matchbreaker]

[ What about her own mother or grandmother? She thinks bot of those first but holds her tongue. She frowns a little, actually. This is too close, too close by half. Sure she was reacting on impulse ( a kid's spine just exploded ) but now she's got some human girl saying she's done a lot. She's done nothing...

Had she?

She bites her lip, but then exhales, one of her hands resting on her chin. ]

...Well. [ . . . ] Well, it's good that you do, then.