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]

I'm not, but I'm also not about the explain the details. ... Which I think is understandable.

[ She has decided that's how she's going to handle things... It's not like she can deny, given how much she hates denying that and that everyone seems to guess it anyway. ]

[shuttermouse]

That's fine, I didn't expect you to. [ A shrug. The details don't matter that much to her, even if she is a little curious. But secrecy is something she understands, given that she hangs out with ghouls. ]

If I were non-human, I wouldn't want to share details either.

[matchbreaker]

Particularly when human paranoia got the mermaid killed.

[ Okay she killed him but she still stan all the fuck she wants, okay? you can't stop her. No one can. ]

[shuttermouse]

[ Chie won't even try tbh. Keep stanning, Elda. ]

Jean-kun was an idiot. Then again, humans are pretty dumb in general.

[matchbreaker]

Those are yours, you know.

[ But yes, he was a huge idiot. ]

Mm, the boy really was damned stupid, though.

[ Like. she's ... still angry, but Chie's initial words there have her surprised enough to be even-toned. ]

[shuttermouse]

Am I wrong, though? We're irrational creatures that think we're superior to everything else on the planet.

[ She's not being disparaging here, just sort of making an observation. ]

[matchbreaker]

Oh no, no, that's certainly true. Spread out to every corner of the world... still, if the results mean anything, you lot are probably right.

[ . . . Oh, right. ]

Or well, at least in the world I know: humanity's long showed their mastery over nature, flora, fauna, the skies? Hell, even made it to the moon. They needed to invent gods who can tell them off, so mighty were they.

[shuttermouse]

Mm, humanity has come a long way since our beginnings. Hell, we still lived in caves until a few thousand years ago. Two hundred years ago, we didn't have electricity in our homes. [ She kicks her legs idly as they dangle over the edge of the bookcase. ]

But human nature doesn't change much, I think, even across different realities. Mine's got plenty of people like Jean-kun.

[matchbreaker]

Even for me, I've only got legends and stories for things before what I've witnessed myself [ She'll admit that. ] But the souls of men are the same as ever, I'm certain of it.

[ . . . You know- ] Does that mean what's not human in your world isn't hidden from sight?

[shuttermouse]

My world has ghouls, who live hidden in human society, or as hermits outside of it. They look just like us, so many of them attempt to assimilate with the humans and live a human lifestyle. It's dangerous, though; if they're caught in ghoul activities or are suspected of being a ghoul, investigators can kill or apprehend them.

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Well that's familiar. She gaze turns downcast, looking at Chie's legs for a moment before she rights herself. ]

Ghouls sounds like such a sinister name to my ears, but then I suppose I'm not from that world.

[ Ghouls, ghouls... ghosts? It sounds so undead. ]

[shuttermouse]

[ The way Elda is looking at her legs is making Chie wonder if things might be that way in her world, too. Humans really don't change no matter what world they reside in, huh. She's not going to ask about that, though. ]

What's so sinister about the name?

[matchbreaker]

Word association, really... ghouls and ghosts and goblins. The whole thing sounds a little... undead, I suppose. I'm sure that's not the case though.

[shuttermouse]

Ah, I see... [ She shakes her head. ] Ghouls aren't undead or anything like that. They're just like any other species on the planet; they're no more supernatural than... I don't know, cats or frogs.

[matchbreaker]

That's the same with my people, for the record.

[ Even if she is 233. All this might and magic, man... that's so strange. ]