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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. |
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[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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B: [A few hours later, Weiss has settled into the library with a small stack of books. She's taken some paper and a pen from the mail room with her, and there's an open book and letter in front of her. It's clearly visible, and reads:
Dear Blake,
I know it's probably weird that I'm writing this to you, and not Ruby. I don't think she would understand the situation as well, though. You've had more experience outside the kingdoms.
I'm in a bad situation, and I need some advice. I have a gap in my memory that stretches from the day we fought Torchwick and Neo to what looks like a battle in Vale, and -
There's an inkblot at the end of the sentence, where Weiss has repeatedly tapped the paper with her pen. She's frowning down, trying to word her letter, but she's absolutely open to conversation.]
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It's a little embarrassing, but it's a plush doll of -
[Memory gap. She knows she's seen the dog, recognizes it, but doesn't know who it belongs to.]
- a dog, from back home.
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And rather then laugh at the plushy or anything, Rakka just smiled.]
Oh, well... it's a really nice looking one. How cute!
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[Rakka's getting smiles.]
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So, she does that then, peering down at the plushie. News flash, it's even cuter up close.]
It looks amazing! I haven't seen a dog like this before!
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Are there normally plushies of him? I didn't expect a plushie of a dog to be in there.
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I wonder why it's in there. [<small>hmm.</small>] Maybe, it's a gift?
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It could be a gift from a really nice friend of yours! Maybe even for a birthday!
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It really does have a lot inside it, doesn't it?
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[ Asuka nods towards the stuffed animal she's holding... ]
We don't see too much of those nowadays, where I'm from.
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Thanks.
[She'll hold it out for Asuka to take, if she wants.]
We don't have tons, but people get attached to them.
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[She'll give the plush dog a scratch behind its ears.]
I think so. I get the feeling that this one's probably a little more independent. Don't ask me why, it's just a gut feeling.