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!]

Comments

[ninehundredlives]

[It's just sensible. You don't tell a potential killer that you're maybe onto them. Anyway, she's not really so decided about Logan yet.]

No. We'll just have to keep in mind that anyone might be armed. And we did have the kitchen knives to begin with. The only difference is that a few of us might have giant bloody swords, and those are hard to conceal.

[No one's going to sneak up on her with THAT. She'd be more worried about someone whipping out a hidden knife.]

[decrees]

[...well uh. We do have some of those. Um.]

I don't know what all everyone has gotten from the machine. There might be other weapons I'm not aware of.

[Like knives. Which he definitely doesn't have on him at this very moment. Um.]

[ninehundredlives]

Of course. Anyone could have one.

[That's kinda her point. JUST DISTRUST EVERYTHING]

[decrees]

[WELL HOPEFULLY IT WON'T GET YOU STABBED BY SOMEONE WITH A HIDDEN KNIFE, THAT SURE WOULD SUCK, HUH]

--Ah, and I forgot about the poison that was found in Kaneki's room...

[...you know this really isn't helping...]

Obviously he wants us to kill one another. I have to wonder if he'd grant a request for a weapon if we were to put in for one.

[BECAUSE APPARENTLY MURDER IS A NECESSITY, FUCK THE CONDUCTOR]

[ninehundredlives]

I don't see why not. Unless it's just meant to be down to luck - like a proper game.

[decrees]

I doubt that. If it was proper luck then wouldn't we all receive the same amount of coins every night?

[ninehundredlives]

How many coins have you been getting?

[decrees]

I believe I've gotten over forty, though I don't recall the exact number.

[...HE HAS SO MUCH JUNK]

[ninehundredlives]

...well then.

[SHE THOUGHT THE COINS WERE EQUAL HOW DARE YOU CONDUCTOR]

Does anyone know why? I've only written him once, and not for that.

[decrees]

I've asked him to stop and he just keeps leaving more.

[THE CONDUCTOR HATES HIM SO MUCH FOR SOME REASON

...maybe we are in Albion, that would explain a few things...]

I haven't spoken about the coins with anyone else, so I'm not sure. All I know is he refused to dignify my letter with a response.

[apparently logan's mental health is not a necessity, who knew]

[ninehundredlives]

I asked him about his compositions, and he sent me some sheet music. Just that - though he did want to know why, first.

[decrees]

...That's hardly a necessity.

[Headtilt...]

Have you played it yet?

[ninehundredlives]

Not yet. It only came yesterday.

[And everyone was still kinda decompressing from the weekend's bullshit.]

It's not, but I'm not surprised. It's all about vanity, with things like that. He probably likes to think he's a great artist.

[decrees]

Most likely. I'd like to hear what he's written, though I doubt it's nearly as impressive as he thinks it is.

[ninehundredlives]

Of course not. But he must be proud of it - it's the most straightforward thing in that profile of his.

I can play it for you?

[decrees]

...I'd like that.

[...]

If it's possible, I'd like to take a look at it as well. It's been quite some time since I attempted to play a new piece.

[ninehundredlives]

I didn't know you played at all.

[decrees]

I do, yes. It's been quite some time since I last practiced regularly. It... is a nice distraction here.

[Even though the ballroom is where Kaneki was strung from the chandelier... Logan hasn't been into the ballroom since before that investigation.]

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan shrugs faintly.] You must be busy.

I've only played the one here once or twice. It didn't feel right at first...I'm used to just playing alone in my flat, every so often. [Her expressions sours a bit.] The neighbors aren't my biggest fans.

[decrees]

[Running a country and trying to save six million people from certain doom is a full time job!]

Indeed? I sincerely doubt your playing is terrible.

[Well, no time like the present, right?]

Allow me a moment to put these in my room; I'll meet you in the ballroom. I really would like to hear you play.

[ninehundredlives]

It's not about that. They just don't like the noise, or the cats. [Are those two things related?] The guy upstairs is the worst - nasty, pathetic little man. It makes him feel better to shout.

[Fucking Bryan. No one likes Bryan.]

Alright. I'll go and get the music.

[decrees]

[...Well, considering that Logan is one of those people who feels better when he's shouting at people, um. It's totally just the stress of running a country!!

Anyway, he'll be in the ballroom shortly, though he's definitely going to let Susan take the piano first since he's... kind of bad at sight-reading.]

[ninehundredlives]

[Well, he's not shouted at her yet.

Susan shows up with the sheet music and arranges it on the piano before sitting.]

It's been years since I played for anyone else...

[She glances it over, and okay let's see what this shit sounds like]

[antitrust]

[It's...surprisingly acceptable shit - close in sound to this, actually.]

[decrees]

[Logan stands nearby, listening with his head tipped to the side. It's actually very pretty... huh.]

Are you not fond of playing for others?