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

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!]

Comments

infirmary

[evilfrenzy]

Very professional.

[Comes a response from one of the infirmary regulars. Rideaux's just got his hands on his hips, shaking his head a little bit. ...he's smirking, though.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ People keep finding her while she does this, she swears. ]

That's me, Mrs. Professional.

[evilfrenzy]

[The downside to doing such things in a public room of a small (for now) building.]

Were you actually looking for something in particular, or...?

[Even if not, Rideaux's here for a chat. He's been pretty curious about Angel's medic...al...device...? Whatever that is in her head.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ She holds up a bottle of painkillers. ]

A little achey, that's all.

[evilfrenzy]

Ah. [With a slight nod,] I'm not surprised. This has been a high-stress situation, so I would expect to hear of headaches. At least we have a way of treating them now.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Yeah, it's a relief. Literally.

[ Angel sighs. ]

The ports on my back ache a little too, but that's... not new, really.

[evilfrenzy]

[Oh.]

Your...ports?

[Well at least he doesn't have to be a walnut about this and ask out of the blue.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

The ones on my back. They kind of... facilitate intake of. Stuff.

[ #smooth

... she wasn't even talking about the ones on her head tho, so. ]

[evilfrenzy]

[That's what's throwing him off. He didn't think there would be more. He generally doesn't apply the use of ports to humans, but he knows what they're for in other applications. So...]

Is it detrimental to not be receiving that "stuff"?

[didntgetdadslooks]

It... should be, which is concerning. Or at least, it would be detrimental to be taken off it, I could definitely live without it if I had never started.

[evilfrenzy]

[Oh... Rideaux frowns a bit behind his hand.]

Alena claimed that they have "done things" to many of us, and that "some came out of it better than others". Perhaps you are one such case?

[didntgetdadslooks]

I... guess so. I should probably thank her, if that is the case. Though it feels... not great, thanking the people who kidnapped us.

[evilfrenzy]

Yes... It does seem to put those people in an odd position. Despite the benefits, they're at the cost of being in this situation.

[Which is incredibly unfortunate.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

No kidding. There are some... I prefer more than a few parts of this place to where I was, but I could really live without the constant threat of murder.

[evilfrenzy]

[...]

I feel similarly, actually. It's...one way to take time off of work, even if it was forcefully.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Yeah, exactly. Even a terrible vacation is still a vacation.

[evilfrenzy]

[As he thinks about it...]

I take it your mobility was limited while...plugged in?

[Was she plugged in. What were these ports even used for.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

Yup. Hence the... pale skin and the wobbling.

[evilfrenzy]

...Here's wishful thinking that you won't have to return to that, then.

[And he seems to mean that sincerely, because fuckin' yikes. It hit a little close to home.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

If I have a choice, I don't plan to.