trustfell | WEEK 3.

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.

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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!]

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...I remember it from last week's...dream. We were taking it into a mirror, yeah, to try and see if there was anything lurking behind us.

[ Tapping her pencil on the table. ]

Obviously, well... Yeah. There was.

It looks like it was following you. [She gestures at another photo, the one with Alex and the soccer ball.] But the light is hitting it strangely. I doubt this is a person.

That's a yes and yes. Was following us, definitely wasn't... ...Well. It used to be a person.

So you already know what you're dealing with, then. [Rin sets the photographs back down on the table.] That's good.

[Ghosts are tricky business, and Alex has always struck her as a normal teenager. Rin thought she might ease into the subject, but that makes it easier.]

Uh... Kinda? At least- I remember it now, that it exists, and...a little about it. Them...?

[ She stares at the red eyes staring back from the photo. Just what...? ]

There's more than one?

[She frowns, like that strikes her as unusual.]

[ She nods...and then pauses for a moment. ]

More like...there's a lot of them but I don't know if they could...be in more than one place.

[Well, Rin can only elaborate on what's true for her world, but...]

Spirits like these can be found all over the world. Without knowing more, I wouldn't be able to say what it is, but let's use wraiths as an example. As the souls of dead humans, they remain attached to this world due to past grudges, or regrets that they had during life.

[She raises a finger.] As such, they tend to haunt places or people that are related to their unfinished business. They can roam freely, attached to a single person, or they can be trapped in a building. In the end, their range is dependent on the type of grudge they bear.

[ Wha...huh. Alex stares at Rin for a moment and then...shakes her head. ]

I don't...think they're that kinda... They didn't like being called "ghosts."

[...Oh? Rin blinks once, surprised, before narrowing her eyes. That's a new wrinkle.]

You've spoken to them?

[If anything, Rin feels like she's more on the money than she was before; "wraiths" and "apparitions" are two separate classifications of spirits in her world.

An apparition is more or less the traditional ghost; very few can even perceive them. A wraith, however, is more powerful. They're capable of physical interference, even if it's low, and have the ability to communicate.

What concerns Rin is that to do so...]

[ That tone in Rin's voice isn't doing anything to shake Alex's nerves. She for a moment tries to act casual about it, with a shrug, but... ]

They were- yeah. Mostly...they spoke to me, but...a few times.

[That—]

What were they using as their medium?

[That was the thing she was concerned about. Rin can again only base this on how spirits operate in her world, but it's rare for them to communicate with the living in the first place. They generally can't, without a medium.]

[ She doesn't look at Rin, instead choosing to focus on her photos. ]

Well...most times it was a person.

[...her voice is gentler.]

Was it you?

[ That's a tone of voice she wasn't expecting- nor a question. She looks up with...almost a laugh of surprise, though there's nothing humorous in it. ]

Oh, no. They liked to talk to me, instead, they....had their favorites, of my...friends.

That's unusually persistent. Were you trespassing? Were they trying to make you leave, in other words?

[ She stiffens. ]

Not- no. They didn't really want us to leave. [ Is. Leave. Possible. ]

No. It wasn't like they were protective of this place, they hated it there. They wanted out.

Prisoners, huh? [She taps her chin.] Yeah, that would be a grudge if I ever heard of one. Though it's strange; the spaces in those photographs looked more like an abandoned housing complex than anything.

It's an island. An...old military complex.

[Oh, that's interesting.]

What made it close down? The answer might lie in that.

[Like a fire, or a similar tragic incident. Rin's line of thinking is soldiers could have been living there with their families before something went wrong, and cost lives when they were trapped inside. Or maybe they were prisoners of the military? Something like that.]

Disuse, mostly.

[ She feels so bad, Rin's trying to genuinely help and Alex is kind of...stonewalling her, because she knows why they're there, but-

And we keep the girl.

Nnngh- ]

There was no more need for it, once the war was done. Someone...bought the island, turned it into a bit of a...museum, so people wouldn't forget.

[She bought an island, huh... Wait, that sounds familiar.]

The woman you told me about? The one you wanted to meet, I mean, who built a memorial for those soldiers. Maggie Addleton.

[Maggie Asher? It was an A name, she thinks.]

[ Oh. Oh, Rin was the one she told that to, wasn't she? With everything, it's a little hard to keep straight-

That very thought chills her. Alex nods dully. ]

Adler. Maggie Adler.

[...this is starting to feel even stranger to her.]

And the island didn't have a reputation of being haunted before her death?

[ Huh? Alex realizes where she's going with this and- ]

Ohhhh no, oh, Maggie's not haunting the island. There were...stories, for a long time, like...since the 50's about weird stuff happening. ...We were just...the first to...accidentally tap into it.

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