trustfell | WEEK 4.

WEEK 4
Walter White and Fern Green have joined the deceased. Their losses will be felt, just like all the deaths before them. While you might be tempted to put that mess of a trial out of your heads, it's hard to forget what happened. It's even harder to ignore the secrets that have been revealed, still burned into the wall of the dining room.

You all have a lot to discuss, don't you?

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...

The past week's trial seemed to be hard on everyone, including your captors, it seems that you're still being rewarded for your work; a new floor has been opened up to you, and along with it the return of the uneasy sense that they approve of what you're doing here: killing each other, picking one another off, singling each other out in the trials.

It's likely not a pleasant feeling, knowing you're giving them what they want. But what else is there to be done?

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[OOC: Welcome to week four 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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[ She nods. The photos are all laid out, though most of them are all off to the side. The ones set out are put in a specific order. ~~(...except the redhead has a more dour expression, shhh it's hard to get all of them~~ ]

These were last night's.

[She looks over them all, curious.]

You've told me about your step-brother, and...

[Her brother, but she doesn't voice that.]

But, who are the two young women shown here?

[ Well, she'll clear a few things up. Point at the boy with the beanie, the one who she has her arm around in the final picture: ]

Jonas, the step-brother. [ Then the fluffy-haired boy on Jonas' other side. ] Ren, my best friend. [ ...Then the black-haired girl, on Alex's other side. ] Nona, girl from school and Clarissa's [ taps on the redhead ] best friend.

[ ...no elaboration on Clarissa, yet. ]

We were the ones all on the island together.

[She looks over their faces, trying her best to memorize each person.]

Were they each experiencing the strange things you were? Do you know?

Not the exact strange things, but yeah, I know each of 'em had their own...messed up experiences. Usually the...things on the island, they would possess them to talk to me.

Possess them...?

[Well, that's. Disturbing.]

Do you know why they wanted to speak to you specifically?

I think it might be that I'm the one...who woke them up? I tapped in with this. [ She pulls an old fashioned pocket radio from her pocket. She's been carrying it around. ] And maybe that's why...whenever I- I see Mike, Jonas said I got like they did when they ghosts possessed them: red-eyed, occasional mumbling. But see, they always talked to me through them. I just kinda...wandered around, he said.

...What is that?

[The radio has her interested, but the rest of what Alex is much more concerning.]

And - were they alright, after this happened?

It's a radio. It's how they spoke to me. [ Quick explanation there. ] Uh, yeah- besides a headache and a little disorientation? They were fine.

I'm glad that they were alright, then. Still...

[Another glance towards the photos.]

It seems as though you have all been through a great ordeal. I hope it is resolved quickly.

Ha, yeah, that's a way to put it. I...don't know about resolved, but...you know, I'm...figuring things out.

[ She sighs. ]

This is just me trying to get the latest go around in order... What about you, uh... How're you doing?

I'm glad that you are figuring things out, at least. I will continue to hope that things smooth out in your home.

[A small pause.]

I am doing as well as can be expected. This situation is far from ideal, but... I have faith that we will find our escape as quickly as possible.

[ Well... ]

Yeah. Yeah, me too. ...I was mostly asking 'bout your memories, though. Everyone's seem to be rough, so...I dunno, talking's helped me, and...if you need a person to lean on.

Oh, well... Most of them have been pleasant enough, or at least not strictly unpleasant.

[A pause.]

Have I told you the particulars of the quest I was on before arriving here?

You mentioned you were on it, but not what for? ...I wasn't really in the mood to ask follow-up questions back then.

...It was to help my sister.

[The one whose life she ruined, according to the secrets burned into the dining room wall.]

She became very ill with a fatal sickness. I went to find a cure for the disease.

[ ...Ah. Well, here's this. ]

Adelina, I'm so sorry... Have you remembered more about it, maybe...if you've found what you're looking for?

No... No, you needn't be sorry. I remember finding where it was, and taking her towards it with enough time to make it before she falls too ill to complete the journey.

[A pause.]

I am still - worried, of course, but I am hopeful and determined as well. I would stop at nothing to make sure she's safe.

Of course. I'm just- I'm sorry you're stuck here worrying still, instead of...being by her side.

I am not too worried. In fact, the more time goes on, the more relieved I am. After all - when I first came here, I was certain I would run out of time while trapped here. Now that we seem to be regaining our memories, I have hope that I have saved her already and just don't recall it yet.

[A sigh, but it isn't an unhappy sound.]

And when I return home and she is healed... Things will be different. I have learned much on my travels.

[ A gentle look rises on Alex's face. ]

I'll hope for you too. And, well- that things'll also improve here, so you can be home to your sister.

[A small smile.]

...I have faith that I will. I'm not so easy to overcome.

I can tell. You're one tough cookie.

[A small smile.]

You are as well. Everything you've described that you've been through... It sounds unimaginably taxing.

I suppose - we are both cookies.

[close enough]

[ YOU KNOW. YEAH, CLOSE ENOUGH. ]

Eh. What can I say, I'm a...resilient girl.

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