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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. |
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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The tingling stabs on her skin don't matter; in her last memory before waking up, Chris held her close as they staggered out into the cold together, away from Josh's bisected body. When she woke this morning, that little comfort was so horribly ripped away. Not again. Even if Asuka won't hug her back. Even if it's strange and awkward.]
...
[But, she should let go, eventually. Unwrap herself, despite the voice in her head pleading to stay there, just a few seconds longer. She hopes- maybe, some of this is helping Asuka as it is her; Ashley's not the only one who's had a horrible, mind-soaking memory emerge, after all. With that one last little prayer, Ashley pulls back. She'd squeeze Asuka's shoulder, if her hands weren't full of supplies to take care of her foolishly self-inflicted wounds.]
...Thank you.
[Just once more, for good measure, soft as can be. This is supposed to be a trust exercise, isn't it? That's what the Conductor's rules say. Despite the virtual Hell she's been through, it's nice to have found someone that fits that -- trust.]
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[ Asuka is still just a bit floored. She needs to collect herself, to think, to breathe, to be alone. This place is fucking with her, of that fact she is completely and utterly convinced; she didn't quite realize it was to this magnitude. Ashley lets go of her, and it still takes Asuka a few moments to shake her head, to come out of her trance... ]
Sorry. I'm...not much of a hug person.
[ She gives Ashley a shrug, not quite looking her in the eye, not certain where to go from here or what to say...and she hates every second of it. Every second where she isn't in control of her situation, where she doesn't have a complete understanding of what's going on and how she should deal with it...
She can feel the puncture wounds. See the barbs pointed inward, closing in on her by the second. Forming bonds with others...that's what it is, to her. ]
You understand.
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I do. It's okay.
[And what now? It's late... Past curfew by now, probably.]
I should, probably, get this stuff on, right? So...
[Should they part ways now? ...Ashley thinks maybe she can handle that.]
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I'm gonna head to the library. See if there isn't anything in there that's useful. Right now I'm finding a whole lot of nothing, but...
[ She shakes her head and lets her hair tousle over her shoulders. She's not sleeping anytime soon. ]
I'll let you know if something turns up. You just take care of yourself for now.
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...If you need me, you know where to find me.