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!]

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[hashtagafreakingghost]

["Tonight we're going to conduct a little experiment."
"I thought we were FRIENDS why would you DO THIS!?"
"Why can't I look, ChrisPlease tell me he's okay, please...!"
Screaming. So much screaming.

So much that Ashley awakens continuing to do so, wild and guttural and mixed with sobs. It's such a good thing that these rooms are soundproof, isn't it?

Dislikes: Saws - oh she wants to throw up. Your clothes weren't in any state to be worn around this facility at the time of your arrival. OH she wants to rip off every bit of her skin...!

Throughout most of the day, Ashley will not leave her room. You can try to knock on her door, if you're worried, but she will remain locked inside, whatever you do.

It isn't until late at night, about half an hour before curfew, that she emerges and...jeez, she looks kind of messed up. Her hair's wet, so it looks like she's just gotten out of the shower. What's strange, though, is any exposed skin on the left side of her body - cheek, neck, hand, thank goodness she's wearing the uniform with pants today so the leg's not included - as well as her right hand look...well, rubbed raw. Yikes. There's a scared sad look to her, and it seems not even a shower can erase the residue of tears.

...But she's out, anyway. One of her hands stays at the pocket on her chest, where a pair of scissors still dutifully poke out, and the other clutches a crumpled letter. She's- no, not a "girl on a mission" because that would require some kind of direction instead of the lost little lamb look she gives off. But surely, she has places to go in mind. One of which is the kitchen, where she rummages around for something quick and simple to eat.

Another... To the mail room, where she stands confused and indecisive.

From how she's wandering about, like a ghost, it's very likely to run into her in the hallways as well. Unlike the other night-walkers of the group, her final destination is back to her room early, but it's likely, still, that she'll be out after curfew for awhile.]

mail room

[announcemyvictory]

[Elise is in there late, stuffing a letter into the box, when she turns around.] What on earth happened to you? If someone attacked you already, we're going to have to know to make sure nobody else gets killed.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[What a weird mix of dazed and terrified she's in- it takes her a moment to realize Elise is there, but when she does she jolts as usual, her fist curling more around the paper balled in her hand. Why does it look like she...? Ashley just shakes her head.] No no no, n- [...Not cried out for the day yet? She just backs into the desk and continues that, rapidly.] Not here, God, not here.

[announcemyvictory]

Not here what? Ashley, I'm not going to attack you. I'm not even armed. See?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

It happened there, at the lodge, with th-the saws and the- God i-it cut right through h-him!

late night

[icysemblance]

[Weiss is winding down her day, and has a few books from the library in hand as she walks towards her room. She waves when she sees Ashley, then pauses - she looks bad.]

- wait right there. I want to talk to you, but I also have something I think you need more than I do right now.

[She heads off towards her room. When she comes back, she's carrying the plush dog she got from the vending machine earlier.]

It'll help.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Wait? Why? She has to leave- but she's processing everything too slow, for once, and is just leaning against the wall when Weiss returns, arms wrapped around herself. The sight of the plush provokes a started stammer.]

N-no, it'll get-- [She catches sight of her hands and realization dawns on her. Ashley simply grabs the plush dog and starts to cry.]

[icysemblance]

It'll be fine.

[Tears won't hurt it. Weiss will come up and put a hand on Ashley's shoulder.]

Hold on to him as long as you need to, okay?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[She almost wants to shrug Weiss off, but this is all too much. It's been a week. A week. Instead she just cries into the plush and tries to murmur a thank you. It doesn't really come out right. What does is a small murmur:]

H- he's dead. He's d-dead!

Late at night

[charcoalfeather]

[It's been a long day, and Rakka had spent it wandering about and trying to piece together the bits of her memory. But, as always, the day had come to an end. She was making her way up to the dorms when she saw, for the first time today, Ashley going into the kitchen. It looked like Ashley. Something seemed wrong...]

Ashley...?

[And seeing as how she's gone into the kitchen, Rakka will just follow her there then.]

...Ashley?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Someone's saying her name. Like what she heard when she was tied up there in the dark, crying...

Ashley turns so Rakka can see her properly, trembling with an armful of apples. When she speaks she sounds...well, pretty dead honestly.] Evening, Rakka.

[charcoalfeather]

[There's a strange sort of feeling that hits Rakka when she sees that face, kind of dead looking. The way she talked threw her off too.

It's not much of a surprise that Rakka freezes up a bit as she notices just... what Ashley looks like.] Ashley! A-are you okay?

[That's not a good look for her.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[The fruit's all set down on the counter-top. The fridge just kind of starts to swing closed on its own, because Ashley's not going to take the effort to close it herself. She considers the questions and just shakes her head.]

I'm not. I- I can't be.

mail room;

[crimsonchin]

[ Asuka had intended to grab another ballpoint pen; after taking inventory of both the storage room and the first aid room again, the one she had been using all week had been running out of ink. But when she finds Ashley just standing there...

She didn't go to the party, so she doesn't know how she was there, but she imagines it was a pretty rough night.

...She's about to speak out, but before she does, she knocks lightly on the doorframe, so the poor girl doesn't jolt. She's picked up on that much, at least. And when she has her attention... ]

You look terrible.

[ Asuka Langley Shikinami, master of tact and grace. ]

What the hell happened?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[That knock's nice, honestly. It's appreciated, good job, Asuka. Ashley's contemplating her very-wrinkled letter, whatever it says, and just at the other girl, withdrawn.]

I- I had t-to make sure the blood was gone.

[crimsonchin]

The blood..?

[ Don't tell me you've gone full Lady Macbeth on her, that's not what she needs.. ]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Josh's blood. [She squeezes her eyes shut.] I remember feeling it, a-all over. I can't stop.

hallways;

[swirlied]

[ Yuuri himself is up wandering around the hallways too, in a daze. His dream last night seemed so real that it was kind of terrifying and it's been stuck with him all day. So he only notices Ashley when he's about to walk right into her, and he steps back. ]

Oh, hey. [ He looks her over, noticing how lost she looks. ] Are you okay...?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[A swift few steps away herself; she's not in the same kind of panic that she was when they first met, that's for sure, but her resemblance to a frightened small animal is still uncanny. There's nothing she wants less than to start crying in front of Yuuri again (okay, that's a lie there are quite a few things she wants less and all of them have to do with her memories), so she steels herself as she shakes her head.]

I... No. I'm really not.

[swirlied]

Do you wanna talk about it?

[ Because, hey, sometimes that does help. It's better than keeping it in. ]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

I... I don't know. It...a dream, or...no. A memory. I didn't- I didn't handle it well.

kitchen

[rickdiculous]

[WELL. This asshole is already there, and he's stocking up some simple food for the night when Ashley walks in. He slams the fridge door shut when he has a decent supply of deli meats.]

Y-you look like shit, and believe me, this is coming from a guy who always looks like shit.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Oh, well, this is just great. She lingers in the doorway for a few moments, tight-lipped and considering.]

Yeah. Already knew that, thanks.

[There's no bite to her words, just exhaustion.]

[rickdiculous]

[He recognizes the tone and demeanor - which makes him pause for just a second and look at the decent supply of deli meats he has stacked up on the counter.]

Y-you want a sandwich or something. There's pepperoni here. That's always good.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Well that's just plain unexpected. Hesitantly, she nods and leaves the doorway, lingering by the fridge.]

That...sounds nice. Actually.