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

[announcemyvictory]

[Elise isn't having the greatest morning. She quickly makes her way to the vending machine in hopes that these coins will give her something nice...

Well, most of it is stuff she actually wants, but some of this?

She'll also be found in the mail room in the morning, deliberating a letter, and after that, wander upstairs to the library right in front of the stairs.]

This is impressive. Almost larger than mine... Almost, of course!

[Finally, you can occasionally come upon Elise in the kitchen, pretending she isn't waiting around for somebody to make her food.]

vending machine

[shuttermouse]

[ Chie, still on her mission to get her damn camera out of the machine, enters the room with a few coins when she notices one of Elise's items. ]

...Is that a camera?

[announcemyvictory]

It certainly looks like it. [Elise picks it up carefully.] Granted, it doesn't look like a very good one, but cameras aren't exactly my interest...

[shuttermouse]

[ Chie moves closer, her eyes fixed on the camera like it's a valuable piece of treasure. ]

...I recognize this brand; it's an Immortal.

[announcemyvictory]

Ah? So cameras are something you like? I suppose that makes sense, if your profile says you're an informant. I'll gladly trade if you've got something I want. Were you coming in to use the machine?

[shuttermouse]

I'm a freelance photographer, too. I came here to see if I could get my camera out of the machine. [ cameras are sort of. her thing. ]

I have a silver ring in my room, would you be interested in something like that?

Vending Machine

[forcegalactic]

And now it's givin' out bullets. Great. Just great!

[Guess who else isn't having a great morning? Mostly it's because of the nightmare he had last night, but compounded with the recent murder, he needs something nice today.

"Nice" does not include having more instruments of murder falling out of this thing.]

All we need is the matchin' gun and we're dead!

[announcemyvictory]

Will you stop? [She shuts the box, which she'd been inspecting, and whirls on him.] Even if I did have a gun, I've never used one and I'd probably shoot a hole in the wall. I understand knowing anyone here could kill you, but not everyone is going to!

[forcegalactic]

Can't stop, won't stop. [He crosses his arms and frowns.] You say you never used a gun, but there's people her that never used swords either. What's to say no one tries learnin' by, I don't know, shootin' a movin' target?

[announcemyvictory]

You're as disagreeable as ever. I can understand being suspicious of everybody, but that man is gone now, and there may still be a chance to escape.

[forcegalactic]

Are you askin' me to be suspicious but at the same time, not? Look, I'm sure plenty of folks didn't think someone would right out murder, or Kaneki was some kinda ghoul, and look what happened!

Find a place to lock those up. We need to patrol whatever weapons fall out of there. That's the only way to stay safe.

vending machine

[decrees]

[Well, Logan woke up this morning in Reaver's room to a pile of coins and that fucked him up, but here he is to spend them and--]

...Are those bullets?

[WHY ON EARTH ARE WE GETTING BULLETS NOW]

[announcemyvictory]

I have no idea why we're getting bullets, especially when there isn't a gun. Or, at least, I sincerely hope there isn't. At least the rest of this is useful.

[decrees]

[Well, there is a gun that Reaver's fixed up to actually work, but it doesn't have bullets...]

May I see them?

[They look too large for the gun, but Logan's definitely not an expert. Still, he'd like to get a look at them anyway. He's still really messed up and bullets remind him of Reaver so uh. Give him a little bit to try to get himself together.]

[announcemyvictory]

[Elise hesitates, then hands them over.] Go ahead, your majesty. I've certainly got no use for something like these. [She looks off to the side nervously.] Are they something you've seen?

[decrees]

[He'll look through them for a moment, head tipped slightly to the side as he thinks.]

...I believe they're Reaver's. His gun is unique; he's always bragging about how there are only six in the world.

[Ah...]

He was always bragging about that. The Conductor said our weapons were safe and being cared for, so I'm not sure why these would be in here.

[But maybe they were shoved in the machine to get Reaver to react to them, like a lot of these various items from their homes. Huh.]

...I'll hold onto them. We don't have Reaver's gun so we have no reason to worry about them being used.

library;

[crimsonchin]

I certainly hope yours is better supplied than this one. ...Most of these books are by nobodies.

[ She scowls a bit; really now, not a single thing she's looked for specifically... ]

[announcemyvictory]

I haven't heard of any of these people, either. I should hope they're at least famous in whatever this world is. What were you looking for?

[crimsonchin]

Preferably, something by Kafka or Mann...after all, our mutual friend Herr Choirleiter knows German, so I was hoping he would at least have some of the classics.

[announcemyvictory]

Perhaps it's different from world to world. None of us exists in another's world, after all, unless we were already acquainted.

kitchen

[forgottenmagia]

[ Is this their relationship, one based entirely around food ]

...did you want lunch, darling?

[ just ask dudette ]

[announcemyvictory]

Ah! Good afternoon to you as well! [smiiiiiiiiiles] If you're making it, far be it from me to refuse. What did you have in mind?

kitchen

[rickdiculous]

[Well, Rick isn't a fancy chef. In fact, he basically comes in just to make himself a sandwich with some of those meats in the fridge before noticing Elise in the corner of his eye.]

Y-you waiting around for something or are you just gonna sit there?

[announcemyvictory]

It isn't any of your business. Are you intending to police where everyone goes?

[rickdiculous]

Eh. No skin off my nose. J-just sandwich-making. Excuse me for being relatively curious.