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

[ninehundredlives]

[........you know what, fuck it, she's done. She doesn't care!]

I guess it does, yeah. [Her tone is the flattest imaginable.]

[matchbreaker]

Exactly! It's pungent and who can deal with that?! The church's worse, really.

[ SEE. Normal! She tips her hat. ]

[ninehundredlives]

You're not wrong there. [Okay, she seems to actually mean that one.] And your age is just a typo, obviously.

[matchbreaker]

Oh no, that one's real.

[ . . . .

This cover story is getting away from things. ]

[ninehundredlives]

...I'm not really sure what exactly you want me to believe, right now?

[matchbreaker]

Well, I'm not going to pretend to be some young girl! It's just I've lived a healthy life so far!

[ Eehehehe... ]

[ninehundredlives]

You're remarkably well-preserved.

[matchbreaker]

Oh, thank you! I go to great effort for this!

[ninehundredlives]

Oh, yeah? [morbid curiosity time] What's your secret?

[matchbreaker]

A healthy diet! Well, that's a big part of it, but I'm also meticulous with with hair, and of course the overarching thing over both of those is love.

[ninehundredlives]

Self-love keeps you young?

[That explains a lot about her, HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY self-burn]

[matchbreaker]

Oh no, not that, silly! Love! Love externally! For my family and of course my dear hubby. [ She cups a hand on her cheek ] I've wanted to look god for him for centuries now!

[ninehundredlives]

[don't say it don't - ]

What a remarkably long relationship. [Look, if Elda were not so bad at pretending to not be a vampire]

[matchbreaker]

It rrrreeeealllly has been... ah, I met that gorgeous man when I wasn't all that much older than all the girls here! He was a little bit rugged, but a true gentleman...

[ninehundredlives]

How nice.

[thanks she hates this]

[matchbreaker]

It was! It... really was.

[ . . . It still feels so strange so... gross to think of it in past tense. But no, now that's what it is. ]

[ninehundredlives]

[....ah. She hadn't realized.]

Well. I guess I'll leave you to it. [You know, the totally legit blood bag investigation you were doing. Susan has gotten what she came in here for anyway, she's totally not just fleeing this conversation topic.]

[matchbreaker]

[ good, she didn't really want to either honestly.

... Back to the total legit blood bag investigation. ]