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]

Oh come on, I can handle this just fine!

[ She goes on over to it to push it and... to her credit, it does scoot? But right now she's just quite strong, but not... well, super. She huffs, scooting... ]

[destage]

[...oh god, Elda...]

Please don't go overexerting yourself...

[SHE'S...NOT MOVING TO MAKE ELDA STOP, THOUGH...]

[matchbreaker]

[ She manages to move it like... a little before one of the legs moves a bit weird and she stops, frowning at it. She ... ]

... Okay I shouldn't risk breaking this.

[ She didn't yet learn it's unbreakable. ]

[destage]

...Breaking that, or yourself, Marker-san. If you take on too much, you're just going to get hurt.

[...pot, kettle, black.]

[matchbreaker]

Oh please, you think that a piano can stop me? If need be I'll live another three centuries and watch it rot.

[ In fact, puffing out her chest!! She... kicks one of the legs! ...

That hurts a little because she doesn't have shoes but. ]

[destage]

...Oh my goodness...

[Elda. Elda no, just...

...She's going to go over and...well, it's a tentative gesture, but she'll put a hand on Elda's shoulder.]

Have no fear, Marker-san, the piano will get it's just due in time.

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh, her hands on her should...er.

... ah.

She throws back her head and laughs! ]

Well, of course it will! That's the best revenge, you know, just outliving them all! When you're still standing and their very bones are dust!

[destage]

[...Elda, friend, are you okay--]

Well, of course...I imagine that's a very good incentive to live a long, fulfilling life. Just out of spite, more than anything else...

[matchbreaker]

Oh no, of course not, that's just a side bonus.

[ Her hand coms out to brush on the girls as she smiles and... ]

I'm really living for family, of course.

[destage]

A very precious family, I might add.

[...she doesn't mind that, honestly. In fact, she's...honestly kind of happy.]

Live for them, and for yourself. No matter what, Marker-san.

[matchbreaker]

That's the idea.

[ No matter what. No cost is too much. She's just biding her time for... well. . . . ]

Back at you, though, girl. You're too young by half to die here.