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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. |
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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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Look, I voted for the mayor a couple weeks ago, and it ain't me!
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... it is odd, though. ] But why would he lie on just your profile? Everything on mine is accurate.
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But it's hard to stay mad when someone gives him the deadeye. Good job, Jean.]
I have no idea. Might be due to his spies gettin' the wrong information. After all, you're in the army, they're bound to keep records on hand. Me? Just a bartender. They somehow got my height and weight just right, but my age is off a few years. I would think the latter's easiest to figure out.
...As for mayor...I was visitin' Jim not to long ago, guess they confused us two somehow.
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[This makes even less sense the more he thinks about it. Everyone knows Sparks Nevada and Rebecca Rose Rushmore. In contrast, few people in town know Mordecai's full name.]
Guess they picked the target fewest folks would be upset about. [Which isn't a good thing to think about, as evidenced by Mordecai's worried expression.]
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That might make sense for you or me or Katsuki, but Logan and Yuuri are kings, Givanni and the twins are all leaders, and Reaver was some sort of important merchant.
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It's all random!
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Maybe they were trying to choose people that are likely to either murder someone, or likely to be be murdered.
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Now if they wanted murdernin' why didn't they take, I don't know, Red? Even if lotsa folks'll miss her, she's got the temper for brawlin'! All I want is some peace and quiet!
[he'll be murdered, he'll be murdered, he'll be murdered]
Look, can we stop talkin' about this? I don't want to think about my own death and how my wife is gonna react.
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... Is what Jean wants to say, but he figures he probably shouldn't stress Morty out any more than he already is. ]
Right, okay. Uh... [ He points at the cans. ] Do you usually have to make emergency stockpiles of food in Mars?
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No, not at all. We save food like any smart society should, lots of farms came to settle there, but starvation ain't as worrisome as it used to be back in the day. [Larges boxes first, then cans.] This is only for when I need to stay inside for safety. That supply room ain't good enough for a panic closet, so I might as well turn my room into one.
[The granola bars are stuffed in the empty spaces between his body and the cans.] So the past week, I'm been stockpilin' rations and rope and medical supplies, anythin' bound to be useful in protectin' me. Sadly, there's no metal around these parts I can use to line the walls, but I was thinkin' of ways I can use rope and furniture to block the doorway.