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

[crimsonchin]

Fair enough. It's equal parts good and bad, honestly. I imagine it'd be useful for people who needed the rest...the stress alone'll kill you.

[decrees]

Indeed. I can see where that would be useful. It's worth taking note of in case any goes missing, however.

[That would've been really helpful back home, honestly.]

[crimsonchin]

Maybe keeping an inventory of this room isn't such a bad idea, then, in that case. After all, surgical tools aren't exactly safe, either...

[decrees]

I imagine they wouldn't be. I appreciate your help with the storage room, by the way.

[That probably came in handy during the investigation-- ah. Let's not discuss that.]

[crimsonchin]

Nichts zu danken. Like I said the other day, having a quartermaster is important.

[decrees]

Ah, yes, it is. What does that mean? That phrase.

[HE'S SO INQUISITIVE, SORRY ABOUT THAT]

[crimsonchin]

It's basically "you're welcome". Sorry, sometimes I can't really help it. German's my mother tongue. It's the language I think in.

[decrees]

Ah, I see.

[...]

What language are you speaking now, then?

[YOU KNOW WHAT HE JUST REALIZED]

[crimsonchin]

Huh?

...

....Wait, wait, wait a second...

[decrees]

If you can speak your native language here and it registers as being a different language, then what are we speaking? It can't all be the same language. I'm only familiar with the common tongue.

[ENGLISH??? WHO KNOWS]

[crimsonchin]

Well, I only know Japanese and German fluently. I know English, too, enough to get me by, but not nearly enough to carry on complete conversations in it...

[decrees]

I see. I'm not sure how it's possible for us to understand one another.

[crimsonchin]

I don't get it, myself...this just gets weirder and weirder.

[decrees]

At this point I'm wondering if logic even has a place here.

[goddamn does he hate his murderschool]

[crimsonchin]

Of course it doesn't. Think about where we are.