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]

Huh!

[ She nods, smiling a little childishly as she runs the cereal piece between her fingers. ]

This really is so strange.

[sleepytimegal]

Well, it's easy and usually? It's cheap. Good for a quick breakfast before school.

[matchbreaker]

My granddaughters seem to usually have miso and the like.

[sleepytimegal]

Miso soup? Yeah, we don't really have that for breakfast in America.

[ So...her granddaughters eat normal food. Okay, that's interesting. ]

[matchbreaker]

I always thought the american breakfast was full of eggs.

[ ... But huh, it's not, neat. ]

[sleepytimegal]

Sometimes, but there's like...variety.

[matchbreaker]

... Sheesh there's really a lot of different foods these days, aren't there?

[sleepytimegal]

[ ... ]

Yeeep, people just keep wanting to eat those foods.

[matchbreaker]

Well there wasn't even half this variety when I was your age, you know!

[sleepytimegal]

Right. Back...a long time ago.

[ how long can she keep side-stepping the elephant in the room ]

Well, they're, uh, good. All the food inventions.

[matchbreaker]

Oh, I'm sure.

[ finally, she crushes the cereal, letting the dust fall on the counter... ]

I wonder how it all tastes.

[sleepytimegal]

You could try some of mine, if you feel like it.

[matchbreaker]

... Oh no, that's fine!

[ . . . LOOK. ]

[sleepytimegal]

Whaaaatever you want, you know.

[matchbreaker]

Oh oh, it's fine, the sort of things I'd eat isn't really here, that's all.

[ Look. ]

[sleepytimegal]

[ ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT ]

Right, right, of course. ...Long as you're...keepin' food...filled.

[matchbreaker]

No, I am! Don't you worry about me!

[ But she'll laugh it off, evil old lady style... and just turn to go? I mean you can stop her but she considers this interesting digression and we're good here. ]

[sleepytimegal]

[ No she's good! ...Anything else would probably have more dancing around the awkward subject of Elda's...everything, and Alex can only take so much of that. ]