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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[bloodbiter]

I'm sure.

[True to her words, there's no hesitation in her voice. She does give pause after that certain statement, though, her voice returning after several moments.]

If you'd like to talk about it, or talk about anything else, I don't mind whatever will help you.

[sleepytimegal]

[ Well...

Alex doesn't say anything for awhile. She shifts so she's not on her knees anymore, that's starting to hurt. But... She pulls up a photo. Her, and two other boys. To the one on the right. In a strained voice: ]

That's Jonas. My...step-brother. [ And the first photo, with the boy who resembles her. ] And this was...Michael. I'm sorry I- I lied about him. He... It's hard to talk about him still.

[bloodbiter]

[Was. She suspected it already, but there's still a sympathetic tightness in her chest as Alex confirms it. There's careful attention paid to both photographs before she gives the older young woman a sidelong glance.]

You needn't apologize to me, and you needn't speak of him if it's still too painful. But - if you ever did want to tell me about him, I would be glad to listen.

[sleepytimegal]

He...

[ Drowned, and it's my fault. Would still be alive if I hadn't begged him like a little kid to take me to the lake. Deserved a sister who would've risked her life to save him. Was just going to leave and isn't it right that I wanted him to stay--

... ]

He was my best friend. He's been dead for about a year.

[bloodbiter]

...You have my condolences. Truly.

[She stalls, unsure of herself and what to ask now. She can't imagine what Alex might be going through, can't imagine a world without her own sibling—

But that isn't what's important now. She takes in a breath not terribly unlike a sigh, and continues.]

Thank you for telling me. I can't imagine how difficult it must be.

[sleepytimegal]

I- s-saw him again, in my dreams.

[ That shouldn't sound too strange. People dream about lost loved ones all the time, but-- ]

It wasn't like...a real dream, it didn't feel like one, the more I think about it. It was about the island, and I kept...going back in time...to when he was alive.

[bloodbiter]

...You had one of those strange visions, too.

[A breath.]

You had the ability to travel through time?

[sleepytimegal]

[ She shakes her head. It's obviously to the second bit, the question. ]

I wasn't doing it. I'd just end up there. I couldn't control going or leaving.

[bloodbiter]

Then... You don't know how or why it is happening?

[sleepytimegal]

No, I...kinda...we were in a place where time was all messed up. I can't- explain it, but...I know that much.

[bloodbiter]

...I can't imagine how difficult that must have been, having to experience such a thing.

[Without any way to stay with him or predict when she might go back far enough to see him again.]

[sleepytimegal]

It was horrible. It- it was the most...

[ She swallows. ]

Every time, even though...I had to go back, I knew it, a-and I didn't wanna leave everyone, I...I wanted to stay.

[ Just stay with Michael. In that place...nothing else mattered. Nothing else could. ]

[bloodbiter]

I think, if faced with the same situation, anyone would be tempted to do so. But... You kept being pulled away, regardless of what you did?

[Even imagining it makes her stomach churn.]

[sleepytimegal]

[ She nods. ]

I'd always "wake up," every time.

[bloodbiter]

[Her concerned, sympathetic frown only grows more genuine upon hearing that. There are a few moments of silence while she works out just what to say.]

Whoever set the events in motion that led to such a thing happening... It sounds as though they have much to answer for.

[sleepytimegal]

[ ... ]

Yeah. Yeah, they do.

[ She doesn't have the heart to say...the whole thing wouldn't've happened if she hadn't tuned into the caves. ]

[bloodbiter]

[An exhale.]

I pray that we will all return quickly, so you can see that they do so.