WEEK 4.

[trustfellows]

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? PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 28

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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!]

Comments

[sleepytimegal]

Pretty much, except I...don't really seem to remember it, while it's happening.

[ninehundredlives]

That's inconvenient.

[sleepytimegal]

To say the least, yeah. So I'm stuck sorting it out as I remember things now.

[ninehundredlives]

Do you think it's...something that something did to you? It's not like you just have time travel powers all on your own...?

[It's a slight question, but Susan assumes that isn't it. Wouldn't Alex remember, then?]

[sleepytimegal]

[ She shakes her head. ]

I thought... I thought it was someone else doing it- uh, someone elses? A lot of 'em. But...now I think it's more...the place we're in.

[ninehundredlives]

The...place you'd gone camping to? [Let her have a second to remember, she said they'd gone on a trip....] An island, right?

[sleepytimegal]

Yeah. ...But, it's more like...a pocket dimension we got to from the island that's...also kind of the island.

[ninehundredlives]

Oh. [.....] Yeah, I guess I sort of get that. Did it just drag you in, it did...something happen?

[sleepytimegal]

No, we, uh... I kind of tapped into the dimension with my radio...? ...It was bad.

[ninehundredlives]

[Hhhhhhuh. Well, that's new.]

Rideaux has some kind of dimension powers, normally. Maybe he could give you some useful advice?

[sleepytimegal]

He gave me some, earlier. A lot of it's kind of up in the air until I remember more, though.

[ninehundredlives]

Mmmmm. At least you've got people who can help you figure it out now.

[sleepytimegal]

...Yeah. At least there's that, you know.

[ninehundredlives]

One good thing about everybody having weird lives. I’ve told people here a lot more than I’d ever tell anyone at home.

[sleepytimegal]

Yeah, you know, I- I really don't think I'd be talking so much about all this if it wasn't like that? Most people'd probably think I was crazy, or something.

[ninehundredlives]

Exactly. It’s sort of better being with...I don’t know. Other weirdos.