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. |
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[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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[This is a perfectly ordinary costume to wear, really!]
I needed to do some laundry, and don't have anything else to wear, unfortunately.
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[Yeti, Rakka. Yeti...]
It feels like every other day that we need to wash things. [Which is... not unusual. Thinking about the group's wardrobes.]
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[But he's still wearing it, so clearly he doesn't actually mind.]
It would prooobably be easier if the Conductor gave us a washing machine instead of having to hand wash everything, but it's good practice, I suppose.
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Do you think we could ask for one? I think I know how to use a washing machine, too. So it's a really shame that we don't have that.
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It's worth a try.
I don't know if he controls the decor, or if he just was given the place, but it would speed things up with a washing machine.
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Yes... but... [Her gaze rests on one of the walls - faded wallpaper, bending at the edges, obviously everything's been here for a while.]
It feels like this place is really, really old. Don't you think?
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[How easy is that to fake? He honestly doesn't have a clue.]
I'll ask him about it; maybe he can give us a few answers about this place.
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[That's... kind of stupid. But amazing in her eyes.]
You're really going to ask him? Are you sure?
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[At the second question, he nods.]
Of coourse! It's an innocent enough question; I doubt he'll find a reason not to answer.
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Oh, well... [She smiles a bit.] Let's give it a try then! Maybe we'll learn something.