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

[zomgboom]

Yeah, a dinosaur was, like, telling me his grand villain plan about wiping out humans or whatever because a monkey made fun of him once and he was, like, really bitter about it or whatever. It was stupid.

[You know, a perfectly normal fucking thing to dream about.]

[explosivecombat]

...Are your dreams normally like that...?

[BECAUSE HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY NOT BE SURPRISED.]

[zomgboom]

Uh, no? But it's not, like, weird for my life or whatever.

[Nextwave: if we're not making you question the meaning of reality, we didn't do our job.]

[explosivecombat]

[...]

You know, I'm actually entirely inclined to believe that.

[zomgboom]

I mean, I fought a dragon wearing underpants or whatever once so a dinosaur is just, like, a different kind of dragon.

[explosivecombat]

Wait, was the dragon wearing underpants, or were you fighting it while wearing only your underwear, or...?

[why. why does he keep asking.]

[zomgboom]

The dragon was wearing underpants so, like, no one would know he didn't have any junk.

[There's a level of "duh" implied in her tone. Isn't this how things work where you're from, Kimblee????]

[explosivecombat]

Is this something dragons are usually self-conscious about.

[he fucking hates everything.]

[zomgboom]

I dunno, it's not like I stop and, like, talk to monsters that are trying to put me in their underwear.

[It is entirely possible there's an important lesson to be learned here: don't ask Tabby questions about where she's from if you don't want to hear absurd statements said with an incredible amount nonchalance.]