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

[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?

[greenmamabear]

Didn't the others say they weren't in danger before arriving? Although, given the dreams...

Saved anyway? From what?

[ninehundredlives]

I'd just had an accident. Nothing too serious, as long as it got taken care of. But I live alone, you know.

[Anything could be bad when you live alone, if no one comes looking for you.]

[greenmamabear]

Geez. I guess living alone can be... not dangerous but...

[She struggles to find the right word.] ...Riiiisky?

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah. I guess that's a fair word. Not that living with someone can always help...

[greenmamabear]

I know what you mean. Neighbors are bad enough, roommates can be... difficult.

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah. I'm fine by myself.

[greenmamabear]

And your cats. Cats are good company.

[ninehundredlives]

They are, yeah. I miss having them around.

[greenmamabear]

You said they came from all over: was there a specific local type or were there a lot of different kinds?

[ninehundredlives]

Mostly mixes, or tabbies. They're pretty common, especially for street cats. Not too many people letting their special purebreeds out, you know.

Do you have any pets?

[greenmamabear]

No, my place doesn't allow them. Which always seemed like bullshit, its not exactly the Louvre. Always like them though.

[ninehundredlives]

Mine does, technically. Probably not really in the way I do it. This woman downstairs has some kind of awful yappy little dog.