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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[openterrain]

[ That sure seems appropriately suspicious! Jean is quick to zero in on them and pull them out, but he's more immediately interested in seeing if there's anything behind them then seeing what they books are about. ]

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[Good move, Jean, because it seems that there is, in fact, something back there - looks like some sort of thin black leatherbound book. Maybe a journal or a dayplanner, something small like that. Maybe it slid back there at some point and was forgotten about when things were reshelved.]

[openterrain]

[ Jackpot! To hell with subtlety; Jean shoves his other books into the nearest available free space, then reaches out to grab the journal and open it up right there. Just to take a quick peek at the first page, before he decides if he needs to actually be more clandestine about reading this. ]

[trustmods]

[Just at first glance, it looks like a lot of measurements and numbers and abbreviations.]

[openterrain]

[ Welp, that looks like a whole lot of nothing Jean's going to understand any time soon. After a moment, he decides he's going to jump back down and read the journal properly.

First he's gonna check the titles of the books he found it behind, though. Anything interesting about them? ]

[trustmods]

[It was hanging out behind the classics. Wuthering Heights and Pride and Prejudice, or at least the nearest equivalents given that we're in Otherworldly Cheap Knockoff Central.]

[openterrain]

[ Doesn't sound like anything that has anything to do with mysterious numbers and abbreviations, so Jean leaves the books for now and opts to get off the shelf and peruse the journal properly. What's he looking at, here? ]

[trustmods]

[Thankfully(?), the numbers and abbreviations get...decidedly less mysterious when one gets a little further down the page. The shorthand for some things are a little strange, but we've generally got numbers and measurements and components and a bit further in we've got instructions, and if those instructions are followed you could...uh.

Well, you could probably make a pretty awesome blueberry pie with this first page here. So there's that.]

[openterrain]

[ Jean's gonna elect to not follow any found pie recipes, thanks.

He flips further through the journal. While he's interested in all of it, he's especially got his eye out for anything that looks like more personal notes and mentions of any locations, names, or dates. ]

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[Well, you can probably donate at least one of these pages to Chie, since there's something talking about parfait in here. Assuming that you do not in fact believe that the pie and the ice cream concoctions will kill us all.

There are a few personal things in there, though, among the...apparent liking for dessert - mostly doodles in the margins, and a few little things here and there that look like they were the start of poems.

There are a few names in there, though, somewhere toward the back.]

[openterrain]

[ It's starting to feel weirdly invasive to be rooting through this journal, but Jean presses on. He dogears a few of the more interesting looking pages with poems and recipes, but otherwise zeroes on on those names in the back. Any he'll recognize? ]

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[None belonging to anyone back home, no, but they all appear to be girl's names:

Alena
Hilda
Johanna
Lisbeth
Rachel
Ziska]

[openterrain]

[ That... sure is a thing. Jean's going to get out that handy journal from the vending machine and copy these names down, just in case.

After that, he flips through the last handful of pages a few more times. Any other suspicious lists? ]

[trustmods]

[Nothing too suspicious, no! Just that one list of names, and otherwise a lot of poems and doodles and dessert.]

[openterrain]

[ In that case, Jean is going to tuck the journal(s) into one of his jacket pockets for now and debate what to do with it later.

And in one last ditch effort, he picks up those two books from earlier, tips them upside down, and ruffle the pages out. Anything interesting tucked away in there? ]

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[It's a good idea! Unfortunately, there's nothing important tucked in there, nor is there anything too interesting. Just pages ruffling about.

Looks like that's it for the day, discovery-wise.]