Week 2.

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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. 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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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!

[icysemblance]

[It's okay. It has been a shit week with shit on top.]

...someone you remember?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[She nods fiercely.]

M- my fr- oh, Josh oh my God, he's dead...!

[icysemblance]

[...oh snap.]

Are you sure? What happened?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

I s- saw- he was cut in half! Blo- his- it was all over m-me, his blo-- ohgodohgodohgod--

[icysemblance]

[...this is bad.]

You're safe now, in this moment, okay? I know - believe me, I know - you have to be shocked, scared, worried, all of it.

But right now, you're safe. Whatever it was that hurt Josh won't hurt you right now.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

I- I kn-know, I know, he's just- he's...! [She hugs the plush tighter, crying into its fur. Oh, dear.]

Because of m-me, oh...!

[icysemblance]

Ashley, you're not a murderer. I'm sure of it.

It's not your fault.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

No, you don't get it- h-he, the man in the mask- he was going to kill one of us a-and, Chris, he chose t- to save me instead.

[icysemblance]

The man in the mask?

['What has your life been?', she starts to say, but immediately thinks better of it.]

Chris is your boyfriend?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Even with everything going on, still, her automatic reaction:]

N-no! He's my- best...no... I... If we-- ...I only wish.

[She wraps her arms a bit tighter around plush Zwei.]

That, uh, doesn't m- matter right now.

[icysemblance]

[She won't push, but that doesn't sound like 'just friends'.]

...you'll get home and find him.

[Right, dropping the subject.]

Fair enough.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[She sniffs. She hopes she'll find him. After all this- she hopes so much-]

...Th- the point is. I'm alive and...J-Josh is dead. Because Chris chose me.

[icysemblance]

...what in the world happened in your world?

[Weiss immediately regrets saying that.]

I'm sorry, that just - I wasn't thinking. I know the whole thing must have been awful, and I can't imagine having to make a choice like that.

...he must really care about you, though.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Ashley's voice hitches.] It wasn't supposed to be like this, w-we were supposed to h-have fun and relax! Th- this was all supposed to be for Josh, and now- oh God, h- he-- he and Ch-Chris were best friends.

[He must really care about her. It's sick that she takes comfort in that.]

[icysemblance]

[What kind of sick person would make someone else make a choice like that? At least this time, Weiss holds her tongue.]

That's so many kinds of wrong, I...

[She shakes her head.]

...I'm sorry that any of that happened.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[She loosens her grip, resting her head on the top of the plush.]

S- so am I. More than a-anything. God... I- I can't... [Can't think of anything else to say, right now.]

[icysemblance]

...you know something?

[A pause.]

I'm being serious when I say that you're handling this really, really well. You're stronger than you think.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

...

[She just sniffs, looks at the floor. That's definitely not the opinion she has about all of this...but it's nice to hear.]

[icysemblance]

It's true. Don't let anyone take that from you.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

...I'll try.

[icysemblance]

I have faith in you.