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

[explosivecombat]

[Oh...]

Does it seem like a standard sort of infection, or...?

[captainobnoxious]

Yeah! Yeah, it's nothing that'll kill me, it's just...

[A wave with her hand.]

It hurts. So, you know, painkillers will probably help.

[More like she just needs straight up antibiotics, she's been... alright for some reason or another outside of personally feeling like dogshit and sleeping more than she remembers.]

[explosivecombat]

...You might want something else, then. I'd suggest penicillin, but if you turn out to be allergic to that I'd quite prefer to not be responsible for your death.

[penicillin cures everything, right...]

[captainobnoxious]

[... Kimblee is smart, smart people know what to do with things like this.]

I don't think I'm allergic to it. Which one is it? They can't say you killed me if all you do is point it out to me, right?

[explosivecombat]

...There.

[And he will, in fact, point it out; if she keels over and dies within the next couple of days we will know whether or not she was allergic, he supposes.]

Do try to follow the instructions, at least.

[captainobnoxious]

[Awesome. You're good people material, Kimblee. Some days. She'll squint at the instructions.]

I'll try? I'd rather depend on the tried and true healing of the gods, but... we don't have spirit healers here, so this'll do.

[Because nothing's better than spiritual healing, even if... it's been proven in universe that it doesn't matter either way, humanity these days just fucking takes anything and chews through it as long as it's not the rash.]

Thanks. [poppin them pills, oh my god she regrets dry swallowing what the fuck is this shit-- okay she's good.] Yuck. Reminded why I don't like medicine. It's gross. But I won't feel like total ass anymore, so that's good! Just slight ass.

[explosivecombat]

[...]

Most people do try to take them with water or something, you know. So they're less aggressively repulsive.

[why are you like this, why are you a fucking barbarian]

[captainobnoxious]

[kimblee look at her and ask that again]

Yeah, I just forgot this time. But they shouldn't be so gross to begin with.

[THAT'S ALL SHE ASKS. Sigrun rubs her arm again, then grins.]

You wanna see them? [why.]