WEEK 3.

[trustfellows]

WEEK 3 You all got to witness Yosuke Hanamura's death earlier this past week. You know what the punishment for breaking the rules is. With Chitoge Kirisaki and Blue's deaths, you're painfully aware of just how little trust this group really has. How long until someone kills again? What about that time limit the Coordinators imposed? Will there be another incentive? There are so many questions, but not a whole lot of answers. 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... And when you wake up, you'll discover that a pattern seems to be emerging, at least as far as the building itself goes; a new floor is available to you, a stairwell across a short hallway from the one on the second floor having unlocked itself. There's not too much of a question about it as a result - at least, as far as what it means. It's definitely a reward. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 30

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[OOC: Welcome to week three 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'll feel a sharp scratch."

Susan seems possessed with a certain poise today. Her posture is straight and tense, and though she's never exactly been the warmest person, there's something particularly frosty in her eyes. Breaking with routine, she goes to see the new area first. The bar in particular gets her interest; she standslooking over the liquor for a while, and then spends some time leaning against the bar, listing something out on a sheet of paper. If you wait until she's done, you'll see her pin it up on one of the bar shelves at her eye level; it's titled DO NOT DRINK WITH:, and what follows is a list of medications available in the infirmary.

Don't mix alcohol and drugs, kids.

That done, she moves back to the kitchen for what's basically brunch. She's quiet, but her motions are sharp and hard as she prepares a sandwich for herself. She seems angry...?

Later, she sits in the library. There's an open book in her hands, but she's not really reading it, just staring hard at the shelves across from her. Something must be on her mind.]

Bar

[greenmamabear]

[She glances at the sheet as she picks up a brandy. She was only giving a glance at whatever Susan was working on but it gets her attention real quick.]

...Yeah, dang, that's probably a good call.

[ninehundredlives]

It would say as much on the dosage instructions? But I'm not so sure that everybody's going to read them. Especially with the way things have been going...

[She can believe that people are desperate for a drink.]

The people from the past probably don't know about drug interactions anyway.

[greenmamabear]

[So goddamn desperate.]

I had to teach Luca about vaccines. Dosage seems pretty important.

[ninehundredlives]

...I hadn't even thought of that. I hope none of us are carrying anything. Seeing as we're all from different worlds, though, that could be a problem even if we all did have our shots.

[greenmamabear]

[She glances at her hand briefly.] Think somebody would bring it up if they were?

I'm barely figuring out this place, I don't know if I'm ready for otherworldly diseases. [The Hospital was enough of that]

[ninehundredlives]

I'd be most worried about the things they don't know they're carrying. Like...how the common cold could kill aliens?

[Maybe there's a better metaphor.]

But I'm not sure we'll be here long enough to worry about it.

[greenmamabear]

...I think that makes sense. Luca seemed to think it was just about keeping away from sick people. Not really sure where Kimblee and the Colonel fall....

I hope so. I don't know if the Coordinators would get a thrill out of saving sick people or leaving them to us.

[ninehundredlives]

I'd thought they had to save me, to bring me here to begin with. But I guess I remembered being in the hospital instead. Alena said they might have saved me anyway, though?

library

[bloodbiter]

[She enters to look through the books for something to read herself, but she can't help but notice Susan when she does. When she sees the other woman staring at the shelves rather than the volume in her hand, she foregoes heading to a bookcase in order to speak to her.]

It must not be a terribly interesting story.

[ninehundredlives]

Hmmm?

[...oh, right. Susan folds it and rubs at her eyes.]

I guess I'm just distracted, that's all. I didn't sleep well.

[bloodbiter]

[She nods.]

Did you have another one of those strange visions?

[ninehundredlives]

...if that's what you want to call them, yeah.

[bloodbiter]

It seems strange to consider them dreams when they are so vivid, but since we aren't certain whether they are memories yet...

[Regardless, she continues on, her voice concerned.]

Would you like to speak of it?

[ninehundredlives]

It just... [Her fingers curl over the edge of the book.] ...it made me angry. I took care of the problem, in it, but I still feel mad.

[bloodbiter]

I see. If I may ask, is it the situation you dreamt of that angers you, or a person and their actions...?

[Regardless, she continues on.]

I am sorry that something so frustrating happened, at any rate.

[ninehundredlives]

Both, I guess?

[She shrugs.]

He's not going to bother me anymore. Or...he's not going to have done it already. [?????] But that doesn't make me feel better.

bar

[bloodisthicker]

...Well. That's extremely useful, Ms. Ashworth.

[he takes a sip of his fruity-ass drink.]

I'd actually been wondering about the things in the infirmary in general for a while, actually, given the warnings on them. It's nice to have a clearer warning out there.

[ninehundredlives]

You've still got to read the instructions, if you're going to take anything. And some of them would interact badly with each other, too...

[Should she try to make a list of those, too? It's kinda a shitload of combinations.]

[bloodisthicker]

Oh, of course. You should really read the instructions for anything that has them, really.

...But I suppose the ones that would interact badly would be logical, right?

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah, some. I wouldn't really recommend doubling up unless you know what you're doing. Just a general rule of thumb, probably, with drugs...

Kimblee and I were talking about people taking them for fun. And now we've got all this - [Gesturing at the alcohol] - we're going to be messes.

[bloodisthicker]

Well, I suppose if things go south and we end up needing those medications, we could just ask you or Rideaux what's recommended.

And that's really always a concern, isn't it? I suppose I should just be glad there doesn't seem to be any cactus juice floating around.

[ninehundredlives]

Hopefully one of us is still alive by then.

[.....]

.....cactus juice?

[bloodisthicker]

Well, I think you both seem like the sorts to keep abreast of things and proceed with caution, so your chances seem fairly good.

...it's, erm, a hallucinogenic substance.

[ninehundredlives]

...oh. Yeah, that's just what we need.

I'm not the most formidable person here, you know? Physically. [She leans her head on her hand, thoughtfully.] I wouldn't be that hard to kill. But I do try to be careful, so maybe.