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

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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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[ninehundredlives]

[Susan, by contrast, is pretty calm about this!]

This is ridiculous. There's no reason to even think he can.

[perpend]

No, he's doing this to bait us.

[He folds his hands across his chest, a little gingerly.]

More than likely, someone in particular.

[ninehundredlives]

[She clearly notes the motion, but doesn't say anything about it.]

No one could possibly believe him.

[perpend]

If they're smart, they won't.

Everyone saw what happened to Reaver. If there's anyone among us who thinks they could get away with murder....

[ninehundredlives]

Hmmmm.

[Susan fiddles with her sleeve for a moment, as if considering what she's going to say next.]

You should be careful. If they're smart, they'll try to kill you.

[perpend]

[Well, that's certainly a menacing thing to say. Thanks, Susan.]

I'll keeeep that in mind.

[ninehundredlives]

[It's not menacing, it's sensible.]

You did solve the first murder? If there's to be a second, they wouldn't want you doing the same thing.

[perpend]

I wiiiiill do my best not to die. I want to stick around and protect the children here.

[ninehundredlives]

Well, see to it.

How are your injuries doing?

[perpend]

As well as they can be doing.

Both my arm sand ribs are going to be slow to heal, but I haven't managed to injure myself worse-- it'll be several more weeks, though I hooope we'll all be out of here long before then.

[ninehundredlives]

Hopefully.

[She sounds so hopeful.]

At least we have the infirmary now. Just in case.

[perpend]

I'm not worried about myself.

[Not because his injuries aren't serious, but because he's more worried about other people getting hurt.]

If something happens, we might be able to save someone's life now.

[ninehundredlives]

You've got cracked ribs and a broken arm. [They're worth worrying about. Any of the larger men around here might be able to off him just by punching him in the chest really hard, honestly.]

Maybe. I think I may give some first-aid lessons soon.

[perpend]

[He's really not too worried. Logan is too busy being Mr. Angst McAngst and Dio is easy enough to avoid so long as Cabanela stays in his dorm room at night.

Problem solved!]

You know, that would be veeery useful. It's a skill people should have around here.

[ninehundredlives]

Especially now. I'd hate to die and leave all of you without medical care.

[perpend]

[The fact that this is a legitimate concern should bother him more than it currently does.]

...Dooon't talk like that. This is going to be a good lesson for everyone, that's all.

[ninehundredlives]

You know I'm right. Those books in the library won't help you with anything medical. He wouldn't give us anything that useful.

[perpend]

I wiish I could say you aren't right, but you are.

Teach as many people as possible, because if something happens to you...

[The two of them really did stick their necks out last week, didn't they?]

[ninehundredlives]

[Maybe. But he knew about as much from looking at the body as she did, so he's still worse off as far as she's concerned.]

I will. There's only so much I can teach, but...it ought to be enough for here.

[perpend]

It should be.

Who knows, maybe it'll save a life one of these days.

[ninehundredlives]

Maybe...

[She falls quiet at that for a moment.]

Have you...had any strange dreams lately?

[perpend]

I... have, actually.

[It's not a dream he'll forget at any time soon.]

I assumed it was juuuust stress from the situation we're in.

[ninehundredlives]

Mordecai and I did too.

[This is...not comfortable news...]

[perpend]

That...

[Isn't good.]

There's no way something like that is a coincidence.

[ninehundredlives]

[She doesn't see how it could be purposeful. But how can it be coincidence?]

What could it mean?