WEEK 5.

[trustfellows]

WEEK 5 Tabitha Smith, Sigrun Eide, and Solf J Kimblee are all dead. Regardless of what you think of the trial or the events leading up to it, there's no denying that you can feel the dent in your numbers now. After all, ten people are gone now. It may be hard, but all you can do is keep going. 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... What with Jericho's excitement at the last trial, it's evident now more than ever that the new floor that's opened up to you is a gift, a reward for a job well-done. Because while surviving is something that you'll continue to try to do of your own merit...well. Let's say that he's so, so very proud of you. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 25 PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 24 PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 23

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[OOC: Welcome to week five 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

[matchbreaker]

... How can you remember the same night over and over? Isn't that weird?

[ But that said that's...

Interesting. Very interesting, actually. ]

[sleepytimegal]

Of course it's weird. That's why I thought at first I'd remembered how it really happened. ...But...

I spent the night on an island with my step-brother and my friends. The...the ones in the photos. [ ... ] Without Mike. And, before I woke up here? I remembered tuning into something in the caves, with a radio. There was a flash of light, an explosion, creepy voices-- I thought that's why I was here, until that was obviously not the case.

But then...when I remembered, when I dreamed, I dreamed up the first part of that night again. Getting to the island, talking with Jonas. Playing truth or slap and going into that stupid cave. ...And I said different things, and did different things. Not really noticeably at first? But I think back on it, and I do now. Notice. So I don't think...I remembered what happened after that. I just remembered a later...loop, or whatever.

[matchbreaker]

[ She considers this... the girl's words, the photos. She hums a little, trying to get her mind in the right place as she rocks on the chair's arm. She licks her lips and...

Well then, ]

... Okay, so you're telling me that for you, time's become a loop? Or immaterial in the first place. Or you're going between those dimensions?

... I suppose it doesn't matter, I've never understood that stuff.

[ Leap off the chair to get closer to the notes. ]

Has every dream been like that?

[sleepytimegal]

[ Alex nods; those notes... Well, they aren't really notes, these. They're letters. ]

The start of the night to the...end, and...a vague memory of what happened...after. Where I chose to go to school. If I kept in touch with my friends.

And then...towards the end a feeling of loss and haziness...and then the next week it starts again. [ ... ] Um...until this week. This week's was...different.

[matchbreaker]

So you've not only lived the same day several times, but gone forth to several different lives? In line with those pictures, I'd assume?

[ she reaches to the letters but then looks up at the girl, silently asking permission.

That's... spooky. Something out of a ghost story. ]

[sleepytimegal]

[ ...Nothing's in there that she hasn't said. Nothing that she hasn't...let slip in a moment of grief. Alex nods once more, a response to both spoken and unspoken questions. ]

It's never anything big. It's more like a...Where Are They Now kind of thing. Like I get this clarity of how it'll turn out, but no real concrete memories. Like I know if I bonded with my step-brother or if we just kind of drifted like awkward neighbors.

[matchbreaker]

[ Wait... ]

... Wait, wait, so that means you might not've even lived those?

[ she says, her eyes shifting as she goes to the notes. She's pretty sure this girl liked Sayaka, so she ... should figure out more about her, right? ]

[sleepytimegal]

At least not the laters. Those nights, I... I know them. I remember how the rocks felt when I climbed up and down them, or...the wind in the cave...

[ The static. The gentle headaches, growing and beckoning to her. Alex, dear, can't you just...?

She shakes her head. It's not in response to anything, just her re-focusing. ]

All I've got is that night. Again, and again, and again. ...And...sending these.

[matchbreaker]

[ What the fuck are these letters? She -- she keeps reading then, flipping through them as she does, but she tuts, ]

You remember writing these, for sure? Do you remember... getting them? How are they sent?

[sleepytimegal]

[ A bit of a nightmare, aren't they? ]

I don't remember getting them. Or writing them, exactly. But I remember sending them...through the radio.

[ She breathes out. ]

I remember...wanting to save other me's, other...anything, in whatever way possible. To keep anyone from coming to that island that I could.

[matchbreaker]

Through ra-- what, did some whacko go and write them all down? And since when does a radio hop between dimensions?

[ She bares her fangs she- doesn't understand this code nonsense at all, but is trying to be careful not to crumple any of these with her grip.

Tch. ]

[sleepytimegal]

[ Alex shrugs a little. It's...what she's been digesting for the last day, but she doesn't seem too surprised by it. ]

I told you there's a lot I don't understand. I wasn't being cagey, I was...trying to sort through it all. I think it has something to do with the dimension I was in. I don't know how they became letters, but...if they reached the outside world somehow, good, honestly.

[matchbreaker]

Yeah, clearly.

[ Exhale, and she's trying to work out this code. ]

Anyway, you said the last one was different?

[sleepytimegal]

Yeah.

...'Cause it was just me, and...whatever else was in that dimension, trying to send our messages out. That's all.

[matchbreaker]

[ Dimension.. ]

Same place as usual, that... this island or whatever the hell?

[sleepytimegal]

Kind of. ...Yes, but...it was just all dark. And like I was underwater, and...static.

[ Another shake of her head. ]

It was different. I don't really know what to expect from the next one.

[matchbreaker]

[ Mmm. ]

Why's the island dangerous? Or... no, I suppose that's too simple of question. If no one ought to go there and that realm has other denizens... are they aliens? Ghosts? [ under the sea? ] Some sea creatures?

[sleepytimegal]

They used to be people. [ That's instantly. She... ] They don't like to be called ghosts, I... I don't know what they are. They don't, either. I just know we're both...ha. We're both in the same boat. They don't belong there either.

[matchbreaker]

[ she holds up the second letter and points at the whole died to warfare thing. ]

These jokers?

[sleepytimegal]

Mm... No, I...don't think that's who I meant. Or maybe I did? There were so many thoughts- [ Shakes her head again. ] No, yeah. Yeah, I think so. They aren't really ones for jokes, though. Unless it's them being angry, then it's just a river of sarcasm.

[ Seems angry's all they have, honestly. ]

[matchbreaker]

Well is it or isn't it? Eeesh.

[ She shakes to her head - ]

Don't latch on to one idea unless you're certain. We learned that last trial and every other one, haven't we?

[ .... Wait. ]

So you've met them?

[sleepytimegal]

Oh yeah. We talked a lot.

[ ......... ]

They...actually...kind of hitched a ride. [ She taps her head. ] Can't really do anything but give me headaches, but...they're definitely in here.

[matchbreaker]

... Ghosts. Not ghosts - soldiers, custodians, whatever! They're jammed up in your brain?

[sleepytimegal]

[ She nods. ]

It's...a little crowded. But I'm...handling it.

[matchbreaker]

Hell's Bells, girl, we need to get you to my Anju, stat.