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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? |
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!]
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Think it'll pass tomorrow? Like a 24-hour bug?
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[Wednesday or Thursday, if she's lucky. Too long, really. She can't risk going out. Resigning herself to this, Rin knocks the cup back and downs the remainder of its contents in one go. Like she doesn't even plug her nose; the medicine goes down smoothly.
Now empty, she sets it down on the bed for a moment as she climbs back in to sit down, a little tenderly. Kind of... trying to disguise the fact she's barely moving her left arm too, though that might become more obvious when she sits.
She's been holding it in a strange position this whole time, like a broken arm suspended in a brace, but without said brace. But that's what this here pillow is going in her lap for! To cover that up.]
But at least I have soup.
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...But they all have their secrets, don't they? She watches with thinly veiled concern and blinks; her eyes still hurt, from all the crying she's done today. ]
...Well, if you need anymore, you know where to find me. Gotta keep your strength up.
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[And probably would have continued to forget until tomorrow. She's not sure yet if she'll take Alex up on her offer, but she appreciates it today? Maybe it's because she's too tired and sore to protest much anymore.
That makes her nervous on its own. It's probably why she doesn't bite her tongue before adding something much more dangerous, too:]
You can stay a little longer, if you want. I don't—I'm not contagious or anything, and it would be rude to chase you off after you helped me.
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[ Truthfully even after washing off her face she does look absolutely dead on her feet, so this isn't an excuse or avoidance. ]
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The bubble bath didn't help at all, huh?
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[ She forces a smile. ]
So I just wanna get some rest.
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You look like you need it. Go ahead. I won't keep you any longer.
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[ She'll take her leave, with a wave and that forced smile. ]