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

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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!]

Comments

[nankurunaisa]

It's...kinda hard to put into words! I'm not really good at this stuff.

[Things like..."why did you make the trail so difficult" combined with "you don't really seem like a bad guy"...their relationship is officially complicated, sorry.]

Just, c'mere for a sec.

[Stand closer.]

[decrees]

...Very well.

[That's odd, but alright. He moves closer and... just sort of stands there awkwardly.]

[nankurunaisa]

[Wow, he's a foot taller than her. She feels a bit intimidated, but.]

Can you bend down just a little? You're really tall up close!

[decrees]

Ah, yes, I've been told that. I'm far taller than most of the citizens of Albion.

[There was a lot of confusion over why he wasn't a Hero of Skill, how the hell did he end up so tall.

Logan leans down a bit, though it's very obvious he has absolutely no idea what's going on here.]

[nankurunaisa]

[She's just going to.

Pat him twice on the shoulder.]

It'll all be alright! So keep workin' hard, okay?

[Please don't equate what she just did to petting a dog

because that's exactly what she drew inspiration from

Logan has just officially been patted.]

[decrees]

[...You know, that's... a little odd, but also kind of adorable. Logan doesn't usually do physical contact at all, but he'll allow that.]

I'll continue to do everything I can.

[And that... doesn't exactly sound confident, but it's a promise, alright.]

[nankurunaisa]

[There. Perfect. If she can't make words like a real person would, she can convey her feelings through treating people like animals.

No big deal.]

Hehe! That makes two of us. It might be hard, but there's no point in either of us givin' up.

[decrees]

[...His sister does the same thing...]

Of course not. That would be unacceptable. We've made it this far; the only thing to do is to keep moving forward.

[And eventually it'll be easier. It was last time.]