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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You must really like crafty stuff, huh...?
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It's something to pass the time. When I have something to focus on, I worry less. Besides, it felt weird not wearing a hat, so when I finished mine I figured why not take requests. Making myself some gloves too.
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Yeah, that's probably the way to go re: all of us keeping our sanity. Find hobbies and whatever.
At least there's books and stuff now, too.
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That'll go a long way. I haven't had time to look through them yet, though. Have you? Found any you like?
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Essays and shit like that get me sometimes, though.
[ He doesn't know how to interpret how Annie and Bob felt about each other based off of three texts of paragraph, he's more liable to just think "Annie's dialogue pissed me the fuck off". ]
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I can write essays in a flash. Writing's my major, after all.
[This is reminding her of another blonde-haired boy she knows except they are literally nothing alike otherwise, huh. ...except for giving her jewelry.]
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[ ... By "stuffy old style", he probably means something more like "classic lit". ]
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I should have realized you're not "speaking" English, BTW. How weird is it that we're both talking and writing in different languages but we can understand each other?
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