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

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

[ninehundredlives]

[WHY ARE YOU HERE]

You too. [As it happens, she's got that survey from before and appears to be sorting out the blood bags.] Did you need something...?

[midnightsea]

No.

[YES]

Not at all, I was merely...wandering around. What are you doing?

[ninehundredlives]

Pinning the list up. And making sure all this blood's alright.

I wonder where he got it...

[midnightsea]

[it's fine]

[not that he's gonna SAY that...]

Right--you're some kind of doctor, aren't you?

[ninehundredlives]

A nurse. You'd never catch a doctor deigning to set up an IV.

[It seems fine, anyway. Decent selection of blood types. She mistrusts the labels a bit, but no more than she does everything they eat and drink here.

Such direct sabotage isn't quite the Conductor's style.]

[midnightsea]

I suppose not.

[but hey he's a lawyer not a doctor, what does he know]

So I imagine that we'll be looking for your skills again, whenever another corpse shows up.

[ninehundredlives]

I imagine so.

[This all seems in order. Susan shuts the blood cabinet and turns to fully face Dio.]

You sound sure that it'll happen again.

[midnightsea]

You think that it won't?

[He raised an eyebrow, black-nailed hands on his hips.]

I can all but guarantee you that someone will look at what happened to Reaver and decide 'yes, but I can do better' before long.

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan replies mildly:] I think it will. But not everyone does.

It's only going to get worse from here. We're all getting to know each other better.

[midnightsea]

The ones that don't think someone else is going to die are either outright wrong or in denial. It would be funny, if it wasn't so idiotic.

[please slow your roll, dio]

I'm willing to guess that before long we'll wish we didn't know each other at all.

[ninehundredlives]

Half of them are only children.

[Susan can be harsh on her own sometimes, but yeah bro. Chill.]

It doesn't matter. We do now, and we're just going to have to live with it. However long that might be.

[midnightsea]

[the life expectancy in 1888 was like thirty-seven, these are all clearly grown-ass adults to him]

[except maybe rakka]

I'd have called it 'too long' somewhere around day two.

[ninehundredlives]

We might get more organized as it all goes on. Maybe we can find a way out.

I certainly have no intention of falling into this little game of his.

[midnightsea]

Pardon me if I'm not the most hopeful about the idea of this mess of a group cooperating long enough to accomplish anything, escape least of all.

[ninehundredlives]

[Shrug]

Fair. But I'm not going to sit around and do nothing.