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

[ninehundredlives]

[Least threatening, perhaps, but Susan is going to snatch them up. She's visibly shaking, and it looks like there's...tears in her eyes?

She stares at them for a second, then turns and storms out of the room again.]

[sleepytimegal]

[ ...Oh. Oh, well. Alex doesn't know whether to follow or not. She considers for a minute and then gathers up her things and puts them in her room, but...

She goes looking. If she tries Susan's room, will she get a response? ]

[ninehundredlives]

[Well, you'll have to pass the incinerator room first. The incinerator door makes a fairly loud clang when you slam it shut, doesn't it?

Susan is standing in front of it, head in her hands.]

[sleepytimegal]

[ Great, let's just...bypass that...

Alex awkwardly shuffles into the incinerator room, not wanting to get too close. ]

Susan...? I- I'm sorry, I didn't know it was...something bad.

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan lets out a harsh breath and tilts her head back.]

No. You wouldn't. [.....god, she's just freaked out all over Alex, hasn't she? And now she's being harsh.] Really, it's fine.

.....sorry.

[sleepytimegal]

[ God. She- what does she do with...? ]

It's- it's fine here too. Really. [ Not- ] I mean- I don't...hold it against you.

[ninehundredlives]

[Fuck, she's made a scene. She is still actively making a scene.]

I don't...know how those could have gotten here. [She doesn't want to explain, but she also sort of feels like she owes a little bit of one?]

[sleepytimegal]

...I don't either. I- I asked Alena, she said...they put our stuff in there, but she couldn't tell me the way they got it.

[ She wishes she could offer more of an answer for this, but at least she can this much. ]

[ninehundredlives]

They're flowers, they don't last that long!

[sleepytimegal]

I- I don't get it either, but- I got a...steaming hot roasted chicken from there too, so there's obviously something weird going on.

[ninehundredlives]

[The complete randomness of the chicken does serve to toss her out of her own head a little, at least.]

What the fuck.

[sleepytimegal]

[ Just shrugs and shakes her head. ]

I dunno. ...Tasted okay, didn't get sick or anything. [ why did you eat it- ] The point is- it's kinda magic, I think.

[ninehundredlives]

Maybe. It seems like everything else here is.

[There's still a dark bitter edge to her words, but her breath is evening out, and she feels solid enough to turn around and actually look at Alex.]

Just more impossible things, I guess. [Like those photos.]

[sleepytimegal]

[ Alex regards her with some kind of sympathy. She doesn't... She shouldn't ask. That's not her place, honestly. She has a feeling she can connect with it, but...

She just sighs. ] If... If I see anymore...do you want me to put 'em on blast too? Just...straight to the fire. I can do that.

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan folds her arms, looking away uneasily. She saw the thing with the photos; she's sure Alex would get it. But...]

...yeah. Yeah, that'd be nice.

[sleepytimegal]

[ A smile doesn't feel right. An easy look, instead. ]

You got it.

[ninehundredlives]

...thanks.