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!]

Comments

[forcegalactic]

[That's good to know. Ashley talking to people and Susan socializing are good things.]

It ain't the teenagers' business to drink, so I didn't tell 'em. Simple as that. Besides, it wasn't even real alcohol.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Won't argue with that... [What's this, a teenager who doesn't jump for joy at the idea of underage drinking?] But, wait, how'd you get tipsy if it wasn't real alcohol? What's that mean?

[forcegalactic]

[Ashley is a law-abiding teenager and Mordecai respects that. The last thing he needs is babysitting nearly half the group and making sure they don't steal any beer the Conductor hands out.]

I'm not sure. I didn't taste anythin' at first, but after half a bottle, I got this buzzin' in my head, like my head was floatin' away from my body in a bizarre spiritual manner. Next thing I know, I'm spacin' out and takin' too long to talk, like I usually do when I'm drunk.

And that's when I decided to lock it away in my room. No more weird drinks for me!

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Okay, law-abiding isn't entirely accurate but we'll let Mordecai believe so, if only to keep his heart calm.]

Wow... Where'd you even get it from? [Dryly:] Surprise booze, that's definitely what we need around here.

[forcegalactic]

From the machine. It looked like the real thing, smelled like it too, then it didn't taste like it.

Don't see what the point is if you're gonna get drunk anyway.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Oh. Huh. I'll have to watch for that. [Didn't she get something like that the other day...?] Waitwaitwait, isn't getting drunk the point?

[forcegalactic]

I would assume that takin' the alcohol away means you don't want to get drunk in the first place. Otherwise, it's a complete waste of time, and of energy, and lacks any sorta point to it.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Well, yeah, but if you get the feeling of it without the negative effects, isn't that a good thing? I guess the whole...weird, shaky, buzzy feeling's still there, but--

[Lo and behold this small child who has gotten drunk maybe two or three times.]

I dunno, my friends back home- we- they just...shots, you know? A-and some other drinks, but I didn't really take stock.

[forcegalactic]

Depends on what's causin' you to feel drunk. If it's another chemical they invented, who knows what side effects it has!

[He may serve alcoholic beverages, but he has some health hazard concerns, you...drinking teen?]

Really? I'm assumin' it was in the safety of your homes, no troublemakin' or hard partyin' involved?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Ohhh. Right. [...Well great that gets her mind going, thanks Mordecai, Ashley is just not going to drink anything from the machine now.]

W- well, some of them, a bit more, but I never really...do that stuff. [Read: she's a weeny.] It's mostly just if we're hanging around.

[forcegalactic]

Your friends? [He shakes his head. Shameful.] They should know better than that. You know, I used to join in on drinkin' when I was your age. Against the law, but I made sure I did nothin' that'd get me noticed and caught. Sure, once I got a little rowdy, but the moment you start causin' trouble, rules are brought down, like my father did.

[...This basket of yarn is completely disorganized. He dumps all the contents on the floor and begins sorting them by color.]

But a little drink never hurt nobody, don't worry. If this was in my saloon, then I'd have to kick you out. Don't go havin' any ideas if you ever come to Mars. [And if he got a new saloon.]

1/2

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[And now she's getting lectured. On behalf of her friends. She'll make sure to tell them all (and Josh's ghost) that all the drinking his lightweight self did was a bad, bad plan, if she ever sees them again.]

You won't have to worry about me doing anything here- no...wild and crazy nights for me.

[On second thought, it's more likely that she'll just have to skip right to Josh and wait until Chris and the rest of them get bored or depressed enough to try another séance. They can take turns with the pointer, it won't be so bad...

...she focuses on her crochet and suddenly feels the need to defend her friends.]

We just- no one ever did anything bad when they got drunk. A little silly, but- Em can hold her liquor well, and Sam's always responsible and doesn't drink anything to make sure no one's going overboard. ...And I help. Just a bunch of- impulsive kids, but...they didn't do anything bad-

[...back when Hannah and Beth were around too, because they hadn't all been together like that...]

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[hashtagafreakingghost]

[...Wait. waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait-]

H- hooold on, did you say Mars?

[THANK YOU FOR NOTICING ASH.]

[forcegalactic]

[There it is, the same question he gets asked by everyone. Mordecai rolls his eyes and drops the balls of yarn he was holding to better express how little effort he wants to put into this.]

Yes, as I have said many times before, I am from the thirty-first century and live in the only town on Mars. It's a new thing for humans.

[Next everyone is gathered in the same room, he should make an announcement and get it over with then and there.]

Now back to the original topic of discussion: keep a better eye on your friends. Don't make the same mistakes as me and my pals, you to that? I was lucky to have met folks that encouraged me to live a life free of trouble.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Hahahaha let's not even follow-up on that second subject because?? No??? Ashley's expression wavers for a moment, falters, because keep a better eye if only she'd done that, if only she'd gone after him, if only they'd all just followed Hannah, then maybe- maybe none of them would be--

Pull it together, Ashley. She shakes her head very lightly.] W- they're good people. We- not those mistakes.

Listen, listen, that's- really far in the future for me, I'm from the twenty-first. You must get that a lot but holy cow I have to say something.

[Please don't ask about her life, please don't ask about her friends, please don't make her think about the Washington family.]

[forcegalactic]

[No, Mordecai wants to know bout your friends and the adventures you get up to and offer his advice, unwarranted or not. The fewer dumb teenagers there are in this building, the less trouble that comes out of it.

But...sigh. Here we go again!]

I haven't met anyone past the twenty-first, it's like I'm some kinda outlier among the group. But yes, space travel's a thing...diplomats talk with aliens from another planet...Moon's been populated for a few hundred years, what other questions you got?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Look, her friends is a complicated subject right now, okay, Ashley is not in the mood to share about them.]

Oh my God... Just- Jeez louise, that's...amazing, really. Real aliens? Oh... Oh, Chris would be over the moon. [A beat.] Literally, I guess, after you convinced him it wasn't a hoax.

[Ever the Scully to her Mulder...]

Uh, are they...do they look like humans, or not?

[forcegalactic]

[He's sure there some time travel ethics being breached here, but who cares? He might as well improve Ashley's timeline by giving her a vision of the future.]

Of course not, unless you count the Murdermen as their own species, but they're just genetically engineering humans. No, aliens look much different from us folks from Earth. Think Undyne, instead of Rakka. Most got two arms and two legs, much like us, but that's where the commonalities end.

[There's a huge variety of tropes to pick from.]

Even most robots looks humanoid, but it's hard findin' two that look exactly the same.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[You can only mess up time travel ethics if she gets out alive, Mordecai, you're probably fine. ...Oh, by the way:]

Murdermen?

[Kind of focusing on that there.]

Murdermen??

[forcegalactic]

Biologically engineered humans designed for maximum murder, that's what they are. We got a treaty tellin' 'em to stay away from regular humans, so we don't have to worry about them anymore. [For now.]

Never met one, myself. That honor's reserved for the military.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

...That is beyond freaking messed up, Mr. Jiminy, oh my God! Why- who would even do that?!

[forcegalactic]

I don't know, some military folks thought it was a good idea, and here we are!

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Well, it definitely wasn't. [Jesus let's just focus on the yarn and the non-genetic experimentation things, okay?]

[forcegalactic]

[Shrug. Back to sorting the yarn by color. He's going to make this the most organized basket ever.]

That's how life on Mars is sometimes. You're on the frontier of human civilization, and you gotta be prepared for any sorta trouble that comes on in.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

I do not think I would like living there. [Shudder.] Sounds too...stressful, or whatnot.