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!]

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dining room

[notaccurate]

[Luca is in the dining room, minding his own business and reading a book while he eats. It's very obviously poetry, based on the structure of the words, but Sigrun will need to know Italian to know what it actually says.

Luca will look up to Sigrun and give her a polite nod, acknowledging her presence, but his mouth is full of food so he can't talk at the moment.]

[captainobnoxious]

[hahaha italy's dead mate

... But like, the words are pretty she guesses? Sigrun goes to loom over his shoulder, staring blankly at the poetry.]

What's all this mumble jumble?

[notaccurate]

[Luca can't even get offended at that, poetry absolutely is mumbo jumbo.]

This particular bit is a rather artistic retelling of the 'trial of the soldiers' in Valence. Which is surprising, since that only happened a few years ago. I didn't expect poetry about it to exist yet.

[captainobnoxious]

What's the trial of the soldiers?

[is it military history, the only history she's interested in]

[notaccurate]

[It is military history yes!]

For over two centuries, Valence was a principality of a larger country, Warassa. The Valencians did not much like being told who would govern them or what laws would apply to them, so relations between the two countries were strained at best.

The 'trial of the soldiers' refers to an incident a few years back, which marked the beginning of the end of Valence's time as a principality. There was a standoff between some Valencian citizens and Warassan soldiers- it's hard to say who started it, but each side claims the other did- and the soldiers misheard a command and fired upon the crowd. Five Valencians died from it.

The soldiers involved were tried by a Valencian court, and eventually released because there was insufficient evidence as to who started the standoff. But the Valencian citizens were unhappy with this result, and burned effigies to represent the soldiers.

Within two years, Valence drove out the occupying military and became a republic of its own, and that incident is often cited as the moment that tipped the Valencian people towards revolution.

Of course, the poem is a lot more descriptive and stretches the truth in places. What I said just now is my personal recollection from reading newspapers and hearing stories from the returning Warassan soldiers.

[captainobnoxious]

[Sigrun actually listens surprisingly attentively, sitting down beside him.

At the end, she narrows her eyes with a frown.]

No matter who started it, the soldiers still killed five people? That's their responsibility, they shouldn't have assumed they could fire either. Who the hell is training those guys?

[notaccurate]

[Luca shrugs.]

I wouldn't know, I'm not in the Warassan military. There were casualties among the soldiers too. Well, one specifically.

[captainobnoxious]

No captain worth their salt would keep the rest of them around! They'd better be back in training.

[Not that... Luca knows or not, but. She's got a few Words to fucking have with them. Warassa sounds like shit.]

I mean, I'd break their asses for doing something like that, but my world doesn't have a lot of people in it to begin with. Or put them on a boat. Seafaring'll kill any spirit.

[notaccurate]

[Well, that's...a bit unexpected, given Luca's first impression of Sigrun. But it's a good kind of unexpected.

And yes Warassa is absolute shit. Luca would say as much himself, though in gentler words probably.]

I do know that they were sent back to their home country, but as to whether they were retrained or discharged entirely I do not know. I imagine the guilt made it difficult for them.

[captainobnoxious]

... Well, as long as they knew they were wrong, they'd get off a little easier. No seafaring for them.

[But she'd still kick their asses for it.]