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

[sadisticwarfare]

Ah, yes, that's right. You certainly did have a very strange dream from the sound of it.

[oh my god kimblee's not the only one offended by it]

[shuttermouse]

Yeah, but selling info for underwear isn't the strange part. It's that the dream picked up exactly where I left off before I woke up here.

[sadisticwarfare]

Are you certain about that?

[He's pretty sure she would be, but that's... weird. Not like his dream at all, actually.]

[shuttermouse]

Yes, I'm 100% certain. Honestly, it felt... too real to be dream. [ More like a memory? Something like that. ]

I never remember my dreams so vividly, just vague things like "I was flying" or "it was raining shrimp", stuff like that.

[sadisticwarfare]

That's the problem I've been having with mine as well. I usually don't dream - or if I do, I don't remember my dreams. This one was so vivid it almost felt real.

[shuttermouse]

What did you dream about?

[sadisticwarfare]

I dreamed about some woman attacking South Headquarters on her own. It was absolute chaos.

[That's the most watered-down version of events he could possibly give, damn.]

[shuttermouse]

Huh. [ ...thanks for watering it down, archer. she wanted more deets. :c ] Why did she attack?