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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[decrees]

[After the note on the refrigerator is out of the way, Logan makes his way to the vending machine to deposit some more coins. He's starting to get freaked out that the Conductor knows he's staying in Reaver's room and is leaving the coins there, but he's not about to focus on that.

The items he gets from the machine are... well. They're not very pleasant. Logan doesn't focus on most of them, but the bullets and the gun...]

Why does this keep happening?

[He sounds defeated as opposed to angry, and Logan's hands are shaking a bit as he gathers up the other items and turns to leave.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[It's the first day of the second worst week of her life, and though she still looks horrible, Ashley wants to stop by the vending machine. Going out too late scares her, so...maybe no one will be there!

Yeah, why would she have any luck like that? There's Logan. One raw-red hand in a pocket, full of coins, she stays very still as he turns, unable to really run. A storm of guilt overtakes her because oh this is so much worse now. God how she does not want to do this.]

L- Logan...

[decrees]

[The voice gets him to start a bit, but it isn't anything like it was at the trial. He was distracted, that's all. Logan looks up and as usual, his expression is stiff, though he doesn't seem too upset.]

...Hello, Ashley. How are you?

[That's also stiff, but it's because Logan is awkward as hell, alright.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Um. [In contrast her voice is just shaky all over because that's how we're doing things today I guess.

Ashley's looking anywhere but at him. What about the vending machine itself? It does look very nice, doesn't it? Her other hand pushes some hair from her face, rubbing her raw skin.] Not good. But- I should be...asking you that instead, right?

[decrees]

[...Well that looks... sort of awful. What happened?]

I... am doing what I can to keep going.

[His grip tightens a bit on the gun he's holding.]

You don't look well, Ashley. Are you alright?

[There's no nice way to say "you look like you've scrubbed your skin raw, what happened?"]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[It's nicer than Asuka, so he's already batting a thousand.

She shakes her head, and it seems like she's going to elaborate but then, well.] I was trying to write a letter. So I could apologize properly for- everything, but then- I remembered something and I couldn't so I- I'm just so so sorry, I'm so sorry!

[This keeps on happening. Mess up, apologize, and what comes next is...]

[decrees]

[Well, that's not quite what he meant, but you know what he'll try to deal with that first.]

Ashley. I'm not upset.

[...By that, he's upset by so many other things that happened.]

We were all under a good deal of stress. I was in no condition to... attempt to deal with any of that in public. I apologize for reacting so poorly. I know you were only trying to comfort me.

[It just... didn't really work... Reaver's been a fixture in his life since he was a teenager so losing him has been incredibly difficult.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

But you had every right, I, I said the worst thing possible h- he was your friend and he died so you could live and I- [She rushes through her words, quick as possible.] I didn't understand what that felt like before but I do a-and.

[She just tries to breathe, to not do this now.]

Oh my God, I'm just...sorry. That you know what that feels like, and I have to say something.

[decrees]

[Ohhhh dear, that's not good. Give him a moment to put everything down so he has a free hand to rest on Ashley's shoulder. His touch is light and hesitant and he'll pull away immediately if she doesn't want him to touch her. He's left-handed, so he's going to be touching her right shoulder.]

Ashley, listen to me. I'm not angry at you. What happened in there was-- It was the Conductor's fault.

[and mine but thinking like that won't help now.]

We are going to do everything we can to get everyone else out of here. That's... That's the most we can do right now.

[...]

Do you want to talk about what happened to your friend?

[He's not sure why she didn't bring this up before now, but let's just... try to address that as gently as possible.]

[nankurunaisa]

Why does what keep happening?

[Turning to leave is probably a little difficult when Hibiki is standing right at the entrance. She's not snooping, nor does she have any coins, she just heard something and decided to be there. That's all.

Besides, she should...probably talk to Logan at some point, right? There was a lot of arguing during that...trial.]

Everythin' alright, your majesty?

[decrees]

[That trial was a goddamn mess, but Logan certainly seems to be doing better today.]

Ah, I... received something familiar, that's all.

[He taps the box of bullets in explanation. He can't be certain they're the ones belonging to Reaver's gun, but given the size and how they don't fit the Golden Gun... well. It's the easiest conclusion to come to.]

How are you?

[nankurunaisa]

You're not the only one. I got a picture from home that last time I used this thing. What did you get?

[She didn't show it to Logan during the party, but he probably noticed it at some point or another since she was trying to use it to cheer people up.

Now, if that box is clearly labeled bullets, she'll get it in a second, but...]

I'm...I'm alright! There's nothin' that can get me down for long.

[An obvious lie, but she's trying, okay.]

[decrees]

[Yes, he remembers the picture. He'll have to ask her about it at some point, but for now...]

I received bullets. They're too large for this gun, so they... most likely belong to Reaver.

[...]

Belonged to Reaver.

[He's never going to get used to this.]

...I'm glad to hear you're doing alright.

[He's pretty sure she's lying, but he's lying as well and sometimes it's easiest not to acknowledge the lies.]

[nankurunaisa]

[This gun. Bullets???? Reaver. But more importantly, guns.]

What the heck?! Why is that thing always givin' out weapons?! And bullets, too...that...that's horrible!

[She's tempted to demand he hand them over. She's convinced giving them to Cabanela or Susan is the safest bet, but. He's a king. Conflict there.]

I was startin' to feel even better but now I know that thing gives out guns. In Japan, gettin' a gun is...it's almost impossible!

[decrees]

[...please do not ask the emotionally wrecked king to hand over the thing that reminds him of his dead friend, that's a little awkward...]

Is it? Most people in Albion carry a pistol or a rifle.

[BECAUSE WE SURE AS HELL ARE A SAFE COUNTRY]

The machine has given out several weapons. Guns, knives, a sword, a pickaxe... There are most likely plenty of others in there.

[...he says, like this ain't even a thing.]

[nankurunaisa]

It really is! I'm not really sure how it goes, but I know the police come out and interview your family members...

[And other complicated processes.]

It gave me a knife. I gave it to Ashworth-san, though. There's no I wanted anythin' like that near me!

[Poor Hibiki sounds exasperated just talking about a weapon she had days ago. For only a few seconds.]

[decrees]

[Man, in Albion you can walk into any weapons' shop and buy a gun and walk out with it. Things sure are weird in Japan.]

Ah, I understand. I don't approve of the idea of weapons being in the machine at all, but it is best to give them to someone who will keep them safe.

[...Hopefully. Ashworth... That's Susan, right? She's got a good head on her shoulders, so hopefully she won't snap and kill anyone with that knife, that'd be super unfortunate.]

[ninehundredlives]

What keeps happening?

[Susan's not really spoken to Logan since the trial, since, well. She knows she's not exactly a cheery pick-me-up. But it's not like she's going to slink around this place avoiding him.]

[decrees]

[Ah, hello, Susan. Logan turns slightly and taps the box of bullets.]

I received bullets and a gun from this machine.

[...He's pretty sure you'll get why that's kind of awful given the whole Hero of Skill bullshit that was discussed in the trial.]

[ninehundredlives]

...ah.

[Welp. Yep. That's pretty awful.]

How pleasant. I didn't know he'd put weapons like that in there.

[decrees]

...The gun doesn't work. The bullets wouldn't fit this one anyway.

[Admittedly there is a functioning gun in his possession since Reaver fixed it and then died, but that's not really important.]

More concerning are the sword and the pickaxe. I sincerely hope there won't be any more of those falling out.

[ninehundredlives]

Who has those?

[She knows about the knife Hibiki gave her - something she hasn't mentioned to anyone else either - but she doesn't know who else has what.]

[decrees]

Chie has the pickaxe, which obviously shouldn't be much of a concern as long as she keeps it locked away. I have the sword.

[Maybe it would be better to hide it but ehhhh. It's not like he's going to kill anyone right after he sacrificed his only friend's life so he could live.]

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan nods. Chie hardly seems large enough to use a pickaxe, and Logan...well, if she distrusts him with a sword she certainly won't say so to his face.]

As long as it isn't Rick.

[decrees]

[Thank you for not jumping straight to "but you're going to murder someone" after the... everything with Reaver. He definitely appreciates that.]

Exactly. It might be best to keep an eye on the machine, but that's hardly something anyone would want to spend all of their time doing.

[And it's not like there's anyone here that we can all trust, so.]