trustfell | WEEK 2.

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!]

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[...hm. Susan goes to kneel on the ground near Alex, not too close.]

What is it...?

[ She flashes the photo. Her, and a boy who looks similar. ]

I... This. It can't exist.

[But it does.]

...they've probably done it to hurt you. They can do all sorts of things with computers, can't they?

M-mm. Maybe. But it looks so...

[ Like it was just a day, a normal day. To say nothing of the other photos. ]

[The fact that there's others like it just...means it was definitely Photoshop, right? They took that picture and put this boy in...

..........carefully neutral:]

You don't have to keep it if you don't want to.

[ On the contrary, she brings the photo close to her chest, as if protecting it. ]

N-no, I- I want it. I need it.

Okay.

[That could've gone either way, probably.]

Is there...anything you want me to do?

[ For the first time, Alex looks at her, grief etched into her face. ]

Could you...stay here with me, just...for a little?

...yeah. Yeah, of course.

[Susan shifts to sit more comfortably on the floor - and a little closer to Alex as well.

She's not sure what else there is to say. So she doesn't say anything.]

[ Silence is okay. She doesn't like it really, but in moments like this, it's fine. Necessary. She breathes in deep and shuts her eyes, fighting tears.

...And holding that first photo so close. ]

[...this feels inadequate. But she's a basic stranger to Alex, really. Susan isn't sure she would want a stranger trying to comfort her, if she found...well.

She shifts like she might reach out, but then folds her hands together in her lap.]

[ After a few minutes, it starts to feel a little difficult for Alex too. Just kneeling there, half-crying. It was bound to get a little uncomfortable. ]

I- thanks, sorry.