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

[forcegalactic]

Not yesterday. [It was a prank by the Conductor, giving him a bottle of sake that wasn't alcoholic yet made him drunk. 0/10 would not recommend it to his customers.] Today's different.

[To better set the place, he fills one of the glasses halfway with beer and places it gently on a folded napkin.]

[clearasmud]

...I see.

[ NO SHE DOESN'T. ]

I... asked him for some last week. He told me it wasn't necessary.

[ Youko takes a long sip and tries not to cry tears of rage. She is so done with this place. ]

[forcegalactic]

Seems to be his reply to everythin'. If it makes life easier, he says it's only an inconvenience, like dryers or fabric softener or computers. This? This is a present, given to me, as I am a bartender and would most need somethin' to serve.

[There are days when people come into his saloon to celebrate. There are also times when they come to forget what happened. This is the latter.]

Youko? You don't look too good. [He hides the rest of the bottles. The last thing he needs is an angry, crying drunk.] What's on your mind?

[clearasmud]

I see. [ NO, SHE DOESN'T actually that's a lie she does understand better this time. Even if she has no idea what the examples he listed are. ] Lucky you. Any idea what you did to gain his favour?

...I'm fine. Nothing's on my mind and I'm sure I look alright.

[ Don't think she didn't notice him hiding those bottles. ]

[forcegalactic]

Ehhh. [He tilts his head one way, then the other.] By not askin' him for chickens or sendin' insultin' messages. Low standards, but look, we got somethin' to get us through today.

[All bottles are hidden now. Time to put on the wise bartender face while leaning on the table.]

Now I've been tendin' to bars and watchin' folks drown their sorrows for years, and I can tell that you're here for that particular reason. What's on your mind?

[clearasmud]

But I haven't done either of those things!

[ yeah, that comes out as a wail. ]

Isn't being trapped here enough of a reason to want a drink?

[forcegalactic]

[Mordecai holds his hands up, palms facing Youko.]

Now, now, calm down, ain't worth worryin' your head over. We're limited in our stock, so I'm only givin' folks one glass at a time, but you gotta be careful to how much you drink. Don't wanna get drunk in a place like this.