Week 2.

[trustmods]

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!]

Comments

sewing room

[perpend]

[Hearing someone sewing so late at night is a little unusual, but then again-- snooping around at ten at night is probably unusual, too.

Cabanela stands in the doorway for a moment before he steps inside. He stands out, in the ridiculously solid white coat, so it's not like he has any reason to even attempt to hide himself.]

So what are you working on tooonight?

[Sorry, Dio. If you want to be antisocial, it's too bad.]

[midnightsea]

Nothing you need concern yourself with.

[jesus dio it's a scarf, calm down]

Isn't it a bit late to be out here? Not planning anything openly malicious, are we?

[perpend]

[Someone woke up on the wrong side of the coffin bed.]

I could ask the same of you, you know.

[He's not suspicious of Dio though. Unfortunately.]

[midnightsea]

I'm always awake at night, and I don't make a habit of lurking in doorways.

[...you kind of do.]

[perpend]

And sometimes I can't sleep, maaan. It's all the same.

Really, I was just coming in here to see what's in this room; I haven't been in here yet. I didn't actually expect to run into anyone.

[midnightsea]

I'm sure.

[don't mind him sewing a completely innocent scarf]

Just try not to kill anyone with a sewing machine. They'll be less useful covered in blood.

[perpend]

[That actually gets him to laugh.]

I don't think I could lift one of these if I waaanted to!

You didn't strike me as someone whose hobbies include sewing.

[But you're also Mr. Broody so]

[midnightsea]

It's a skill, not a hobby.

[jesus, man. get your shit together]

[perpend]

I see. It's a useful skill, in any case.

[Why don't you just admit you have a feminine hobby? You could probably punch a hole straight through him, it's not like Cabanela's going to mock you.]

[midnightsea]

[BECAUSE IT'S A SURVIVAL SKILL, CABANELA]

I certainly think so.

[perpend]

[Sure, sure, whatever help makes you feel tough!]

So what are you making?

[Because that sure is violently purple.]

[midnightsea]

...It's a scarf. Does that matter?

[wanna fight about it]

[perpend]

Just makin' conversation.

[...]

Aaaactually, I have a scarf, too; if you pull a big red one out of the vending machine, you'll be the third person to do so.

[midnightsea]

You really want to wear a long scarf in a place like this? Why not embroider 'please use this to strangle me' on it?

[perpend]

I don't, honestly. It's meant for cold weather.

[Why wear something around your neck at all in that case?]

Apparently someone has a sense of humor to give it to people who aren't me.

[midnightsea]

[...you are a strange individual, sir.]

Someone has quite the twisted sense of humor about this whole situation, if you ask me.

[perpend]

The Conductor strikes me as the type to enjoy watching people run around like ants in a jar.

He must enjoy this sort of thing.

[midnightsea]

Obviously, otherwise there'd be no point in bothering with it.

[perpend]

Well, someone could always just be doing it for the hell of it.

[midnightsea]

There's no way someone would do all of this if they weren't outright enjoying it. It wouldn't be worth the trouble.

[perpend]

It deeeeepends on what they're getting out of it, really.

[...Not everyone knows the Professor, Cabanela.]

The Conductor acts more like this is something clinical.