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

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[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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kitchen

[rickdiculous]

[WELL. This asshole is already there, and he's stocking up some simple food for the night when Ashley walks in. He slams the fridge door shut when he has a decent supply of deli meats.]

Y-you look like shit, and believe me, this is coming from a guy who always looks like shit.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Oh, well, this is just great. She lingers in the doorway for a few moments, tight-lipped and considering.]

Yeah. Already knew that, thanks.

[There's no bite to her words, just exhaustion.]

[rickdiculous]

[He recognizes the tone and demeanor - which makes him pause for just a second and look at the decent supply of deli meats he has stacked up on the counter.]

Y-you want a sandwich or something. There's pepperoni here. That's always good.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Well that's just plain unexpected. Hesitantly, she nods and leaves the doorway, lingering by the fridge.]

That...sounds nice. Actually.

[rickdiculous]

Good. Y-you're getting it with cheese. Don't really know or care where the Hell he's g-getting any of this food from in the first place, but - but food is food. Kinda need that shit to live.

[He moves over to the stove, assembling the sandwich and plopping it down unceremoniously to melt the cheese.]

Also, you know what - what's really pissing me off? Fucker just - where the hell is the microwave. I want some g-goddamn Easy Mac, but noooooooo. I want a goddamn microwave.

cw: emeto mention

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[This is the guy who said he'd kill them all on the first day. Everything's kind of turned upside-down overnight, though, so Ashley tries not to dwell on it. ...Also she's eaten today is a box of hardtack and some rations and they didn't exactly stay down, so.]

All I can make is...you know, microwavable, so. Yeah. Same here. Probably not..."necessary" or something.

[rickdiculous]

[Yeah, he knows the feeling. But Rick is very much at the point where he's trying to roll with this a bit more now, especially after his own depressing dream.]

He's shit. We're living in a glorified thrift shop, dickweed can a-afford a microwave. I-it's pretty necessary for me to insert a metric fuckton of booze into my system everyday, b-but you don't hear me complaining about the lack of it.

[He finishes up that sandwich and just kinda...puts it down on a nearby counter. Without another word about it.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Maybe he doesn't have...oh, I don't know. Too tired to figure it out. Who knows, it probably just builds character or something.

[Depressing dreams, good shit. Ashley edges toward the sandwich, as if she's about to disarm a bomb. Peering at it.]

...There's no poison in this? [She frankly doesn't sound suspicious; just blunt.] I mean. Easy target right here, so.

[rickdiculous]

It's a sandwich. E-eat the fuck up or don't. You want to eat it while it's hot.

[Rick is so done i s2g]

I'll take that shit if you don't.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Okay, okay. [Raising her hands, that's a nice view of her chafed hands, ow.] Can't blame a girl for being cautious.

[But alright it's time to try this... Wow. Here's the tone of surprise:] ...This is really good.

[rickdiculous]

[Ffff. Way to show those off.] Yeesh.

Well, duh. It's not hard to make. I-it's literally just melted cheese and salty-ass deli meat.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Oh? Oh... Yeah, she sets the sandwich down and pulls her sleeves up, which...only serves to make her wince.]

Last time I tried to melt anything, I burned it. Bad.

[rickdiculous]

Well fuck, man. It's just a sandwich - d-don't gotta go...melodramatic with yer stories. You know. Just - just shove that fucker into your mouth and don't think about any of that.

[He's more offended by the fact that she puts the sandwich down than anything else, to be honest.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

O- oh, I just meant- [She can't speak now because she literally does shove part of the sandwich in her mouth. Give her a moment, she doesn't speak with food in her mouth.]

[rickdiculous]

Yeah. You just - take your time there, kiddo.

[As gross as he is, Rick actually does kind of respect table manners? It's weird. His plates are always clean.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Okay, there we go, thanks disgusting old man.] I've never...you know, started any fires, but. There was this time...at college, when I tried melting butter. For popcorn. I...underestimated how fast it'd go, and it set off the smoke alarm.

[rickdiculous]

...See, that's why you don't use actual butter for popcorn. Y-you always like, use the fake processed oil shit. That's what makes it yellow.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[She snorts humorlessly and sighs.] Yeah, we wanted to try all-natural. Never again. Processed and unhealthy for me.

[rickdiculous]

Good shit. Make that the f-fucking country's motto and it'd work perfectly.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

...Why aren't you being a total asshole to me?

Like. I don't- it's appreciated but- ...never mind. [She just eats more sandwich.]

[rickdiculous]

Have you ever looked at the way I walk into a room? In case you haven't noticed, I-I'm the kind of guy who looks like he just walked in - right into a room fulla shit. Like, there's shit everywhere. Just all over the walls. A-and I walked right into it. It's on my shoes and my fucking shirt and CHRIST, the whole place is shit. I - I got resting shit face.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is that...that I know shit when I see shit. You look like shit. So I'm trying to make you look a little less like shit.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[She hadn't noticed, to be honest- at least, not in a way that she could place it. Just figured, there's this old man, this mean, crazy old man and... Well, you learn something new every day.

She wipes a few crumbs from her mouth with the back of her sleeve.]

It really was- freaking horrible... [No, okay, she is not spilling her guts to Rick of all people.] ...I guess, thanks. For the food and...all that.

[rickdiculous]

Yeah. Figured. [He just kinda shrugs. He doesn't care all too much about what she thinks.]

No problem. Glad to know the food I make isn't - it's not inedible.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

It's...actually really, really good? Didn't expect that. ...No offense.

You cook well. Uh, Rick.

[rickdiculous]

It's a sandwich. It's a sandwich I scienced the living fuck out of, sure, but - but still a sandwich. Cool yer jets.