Week 2.

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WEEK 2 Two people are dead. Ken Kaneki has been murdered, Reaver has been executed - and perhaps most uncomfortably, the Conductor is proud of you all for adhering to due process. (As always, by which he means that there is a process, and you all are certainly doing it.) 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... However, once you've shaken that off, there are new things to be looked at; the previously closed-off area near the kitchen has been unlocked, and there's a new floor to be explored - consider it your reward for a job well done. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 27

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week two of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains as well!

The Letters and Switchboard posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

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TUESDAY

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INCENTIVE.

[antitrust]

[It's around noon or so when the public-address system crackles to life again; don't worry, there are none of the chimes that indicate that somebody has died, but it seems the Conductor has something to say to you regardless.]

If you would all meet in the foyer for a brief while - I have something to discuss with the lot of you.

[Of course, whether you're in the foyer or not when the announcement goes off is a little irrelevant, as you'll hear hear it regardless given how the intercom works, but perhaps it's the sentiment that counts.]

You did well this past weekend in ensuring that the right thing was done, and you've banded together again admirably after the fact. Perhaps such a thing calls for a reward; should any of you manage to successfully terminate the exercise in accordance with Rule Seven, I'm willing to give you a second chance at life - quite literally.

What I'm offering is an opportunity to survive something that may otherwise kill you, regardless of how inevitable your death may seem upon returning home, I can guarantee your survival through the entirety of it - at no cost to you, permanent or temporary. Several of you are going to be returning to life-threatening situations even if you live through the exercise - wouldn't it be good to have insurance like what I'm offering you?

Even if your life back home is peaceful and you're under no threat, the gift I'm willing to give you will still work, regardless of when you need to use it; it's a failsafe of sorts, something that will ensure that nothing cuts your life short after everything you've done to survive here.

Consider yourselves fortunate; this isn't an offer that most people have extended to them. However, only those that take initiative have any right to claim it.

Whatever your decision may be, you can return to your daily activities for the time being; there's nothing more that you're required for today.

[crimsonchin]

[ I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. ]

Utter horseshit.

[openterrain]

[ Jean has gathered in the foyer, as ordered, but he's kind of wishing he'd told the Conductor to go fuck himself. ]

Would someone really risk that when there's a chance of getting caught?

[midnightsea]

[do you have no respect for the nocturnal]

[Dio walked into the foyer looking like he'd just been rudely awoken from a sound sleep, pulling on the jacket to his school uniform and running a bandaged right hand through disheveled hair. God damn these people and their daylight hours.]

[Still...'the chance to survive something that would otherwise kill you'? Considering his biggest weakness was something that most life on the planet very much needed, that was something to keep in mind.]

...I take it the proverbial gloves are off, then? He's not being very subtle about how badly he wants us to kill each other.

[decrees]

[...Well, that's a thing. But since everyone is gathered here:]

We'll meet tonight after the clock chimes. There's a room next to the library with enough seats for all of us. Try not to be too late.

[He's not even going to dignify that stupid incentive with a response.]

[oftheland]

[...

Been there, done that, don't remember the circumstances but it was probably awesome. This, though...]

Ah, and if we catch anyone who does do it, they'll be given some guff about taking responsibility and then have their head sliced off, I imagine.

I'm going to call it right now. Anyone want to bet against me?

[...his tone's a little bitter, because really... really...]

[icysemblance]

[No. Absolutely not. Weiss will glance around the foyer, looking at others' reactions, but her mind is made up.]

There's nothing in the world that would make that worth it, as far as I'm concerned.

[becauseicould]

[...Oh, so now he's giving them all motives to kill?

Fucking peachy.]

He was just waiting for the moment to start putting these out! The nerve--!

[charcoalfeather]

[Rakka listens to the announcement until it finally ends, and she's left standing in silence.

She felt uncomfortable, for some reason. It was like something poking at the back of her mind. But it was probably better if she just stayed in silence anyways. A way to not die? Who could think of that?]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Her heart pounds. But she clearly made it out of that, that's what Asuka said, so...]

This is fucking crazy...

[forcegalactic]

[He's promising some sort of reward. This is one sick experiment to tempt everyone to kill each other. Sure, there's nothing directly targeting Mordecai's life back home, he's a simple, everyday man that doesn't lead a dangerous life. But the idea of a safeguard...wouldn't that be useful in general?

He wrings his hands together and shoots glances at the others in the room. Some of their jobs, their everyday lives are more life-threatening that his, and if someone like him liked the prospect, why not everyone else?]

[heymcfly]

Are you sayin' you're gonna throw one of us into the dogs?

[ This is so messed up. This is so messed up... ]

Who's gonna want to go through something like that? Are you nuts?

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan listens quietly throughout the announcement. Then she smiles, small and hard and bitter.]

Idiot.

[housenurse]

... Hm, Conductor-san must be pretty powerful! [but fucking with death sounds like something that would backfire in a fairy tale or something. pass.]

[zomgboom]

God, if you're going to give us immortality can you at least try? Like, there's way easier ways to get that where I'm from. If I wanted it, I'd probably already have it.

[rickdiculous]

[...this is something that would TERRIFY rick. or it would. if he didn't have a fallback.]

...fucking stu-[eeerggghhh[-pid piece of horseshit. Do you - you really think that's gonna work on me? I'VE GOT A WHOLE BASEMENT FULL OF BACKUP BODI-[URP]-ES BACK HOME, BEEYATCH!

[and he walks off, yelling "OPERATION PHOENIIIIIXXXXX" at the top of his lungs.]

[perpend]

What?!


You...! How dare you...!

[clearasmud]

[ you absolute fucking asshole ]

GIFTS

[antitrust]

[This morning, Tabby will find a trunk outside her room; it's not empty, either, there are a few...things...in it...

There is also, for some reason, actual beer in the fridge. It's the bottled sort, and there's not much of it, but. Enjoy your six-pack and try not to maul each other getting at it. Presumably Mordecai knows why it's there.]

[forcegalactic]

[That was a terrible way to start the day. He's promising something any human would love to get their hands on nanotech - or whatever method the Conductor will use - that can heal any injury, fatal or not. This...this calls for a drink. To the kitchen.

Thankfully, the beer the Conductor gave him is still there, and he takes out a bottle before deciding on taking all of them. He carries the six-pack and a set of tall glasses to the dining room, and clears one table of half of its chairs, leaving his side uncluttered. Laying out the bottles side-by-side, he completes this mockup of a bar.

If you're of legal drinking age (he will never break the law and serve to minors!!) he'll call you over.]

Hey, mind if we, uh, share a drink? Somethin' to forget what happened today.

[After that, he decides relaxing at the library would be a good idea. He takes an western novel and one of the few sci-fi novels, two genres he finds familiar, and forces himself to read through one of them.

...Only he can't focus on the words on the page an instead fiddles with a flip phone. Opening, closing. Turning it on. Pressing whatever buttons he feels like. He wonders who this belonged to as he figures out how to access the inbox.]

[rickdiculous]

[OH MY FUCKING GOD THANK YOU MORDECAI HE IS ALREADY THERE]

Something happened today?

[He's always a treasure.]

[ninehundredlives]

Is that alcohol real?

[The track record for drinks here is not great]

SURVEY

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[It seems the best place to put these is the kitchen, so like usual, there's another one on the fridge, shortly after the motive.]

If everyone could please tell me:

1. What are your favorite colors?
2. What do you prefer: hats, scarves, or gloves?

Please remember to sign your name. ☺

Ashley

[shuttermouse]

[ Well, that incentive was... something and probably a load of bullshit, Chie thinks and puts something up on the fridge because apparently that's how we communicate here: ]

If anyone here knows how to make parfait, let me know.
- Hori Chie

[ She loves parfait, and she hasn't had any in over a week and this is an utter travesty that needs to be fixed.

Today, she can be found seated in the dining hall with some paper she had grabbed from the mail room earlier and the two bowls of Go pieces the machine had dispensed last week. Since they didn't come with a board to play Go on, she has decided to draw one up on paper. The result isn't the nicest-looking thing in the world, but that really doesn't matter to her as long as she can play the game on it. ]