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

[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.

[announcemyvictory]

Fine. They'll go where they're safe. [and she's gonna give them to Logan anyway so] What I'm asking is for you to stop being so on edge. It won't help!

[forcegalactic]

Safe where? Your closet? [How is Mr. Obviously-a-villain and weapons in the same room safe?]

Bein' mindful of trouble is part of helpin', all I learned from ownin' a saloon for most my life! Too many times have folks come in, promisin' not to cause trouble in my place, actin' all polite, and then goin' on to shoot each other or start a brawl!

No more! Gimme that, I'll keep it in my room!

[announcemyvictory]

I don't trust you one bit! [She pulls it back instinctively.] Besides, I'm mindful enough of the trouble around here as it is. All you ever do is tell me what you think is wrong with me!

[forcegalactic]

When'd I ever say that? [Did he insult her baking? Wait, he kind of did.]

You can't just toss this wherever you like, you gotta keep a close eye on these bullets! Take it as my word as a barkeep, I'll keep 'em safe!

[announcemyvictory]

Always! The baking, the laundry, even so much as being upset that we have to do everything ourselves! How am I supposed to trust someone like you?

[She storms off to keep timelines from diverging because she's already given Logan the box.]

[forcegalactic]

Well, it'd do everyone a lot good if you started workin' some more and not expectin' everyone to do the job for you--

Hey!

[Well, she has an attitude problem! As much as he'd like to correct the timeline and snatch the box, he's not getting into a fight when he doesn't even know how strong he is himself. Well, she can be all rich and stubborn over there, he'll go his way and keep on checking on the vending machine.

Hmph.]