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

[gorira]

You're not gonna choke, I promise! This is what you get for trying to rub your fancy idol lungs in my face!

[ She gets behind her and starts patting her back with the heel of her hand, in rhythm with her coughing, just to clear her airway a little... ]

Breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth!

[destage]

[She does just that, then--it's not going to take much longer, thankfully, and she's...back in working order after a bit. Wow.

...She's going to take a drink of tea after settling for a few moments, before just. Shaking her head.]

Okay. So I may have miscalculated a bit.

[gorira]

Miscalculated my actual ass.

[ But at least she's alright. Last thing we need is a body announcement because someone hacked up a lung. Death by fucking raspberry.

What a fucking way to go. ]

But regardless, you proved your point. If it means you won't choke, I could be convinced, to sing along with you. Maybe.

[destage]

Language, Chitoge-san.

[That's sniped between another sip of tea, but...

That? That actually gets her eyes to light up--and practically sparkle, too.]

You'd...you'd really consider it? Really really?

[gorira]

What are you, Fern? Getting on my case about the way I talk...everyone in New York talks like this, y'know.

And I won't make a promise, but, like I said. I could be convinced. If you pick out a good song, and you can bear with my nails on a chalkboard screeching.

[destage]

Well, the collective of New York needs to get a bar of soap shoved in their mouths.

[Huff!! Fern is a good influence, you butt.]

I'll have to see if I can think of anything, but mark my words! I'll find something that we can sing together!