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!]

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Annoucement!

[ninehundredlives]

[In the morning, Susan leaves a note in the kitchen:]

First-aid training will be tomorrow at eleven in the infirmary

[That done, she can be found in the library for most of the afternoon, reading. It's not exactly her usual fare, but it's something to do. Come evening - this time, not exactly after curfew, she'll be in the ballroom playing the piano again.]

ballroom

[announcemyvictory]

[Elise carefully approaches, listening along.]

It's... very nice. Your playing, that is.

[ninehundredlives]

[She'll just lay her hands in her lap while she's done. Having people watch her is still a little uncomfortable, but she won't let them know it by stopping. If she really objected she'd have done it after curfew.]

Thank you.

[announcemyvictory]

Did you do this a lot back home? I played the violin when a festival called for it.

[ninehundredlives]

Sometimes. But only for myself - I live alone.

The cats like to hear it, but they're the only ones.

[announcemyvictory]

It must be hard to get used to being here, then. I don't have any family with me, of course, but I do have a good number of servants at home, so...

[ninehundredlives]

Very. I never much cared for people's company...but most of the ones here are all right.

Do you talk much to them?

[announcemyvictory]

Sometimes. I'm... finding it a bit lonely here, to be honest. Going back to those dingy rooms alone and all. Granted, you and I are stuck at the end of the hall where nothing is...

[ninehundredlives]

I don't mind it down there. I'm used to it.

[There's an empty room on the other end now, of course. But Susan's sure nobody wants to move in there. Except Logan.]

Though really he could have given us nicer beds at least, with all the trouble he went to...

[announcemyvictory]

He could have improved on a lot of things. I suppose that's why he's got a suggestion box, as odd as it seems.

[ninehundredlives]

I'm not interested in asking him for things. As if granting petty little requests will make us forget what he's done.

[announcemyvictory]

...I suppose. But the whole setup is strange, don't you think? Wouldn't he want to keep us miserable, not give us the things we ask for?

[ninehundredlives]

What's a few little things, here and there?

The best he's provided was medicine for the Inspector, but he could hardly just let the man die outside of the rules. It'd ruin the whole experiment.

Library

[charcoalfeather]

[Well, Giovanni did say that Susan was possibly looking for assistants that wanted to learn first-aid. Rakka was one such person - especially after the memory she recalled earlier in the week.

At least, Rakka was looking much better now, no longer weak in the knees as she walked into the library. Hopefully, she's on time.]

.... Susan?

Re: Library

[ninehundredlives]

Hello, Rakka.

[Susan folds the book in her lap, looking up expectantly.]

[charcoalfeather]

umm, I'm here because of the note from the kitchen? The one about... training for first aid?

[...If she's bothering you, she can come right back later...]

[ninehundredlives]

Oh, yes.

[She'd meant to do it later, but for Rakka she doesn't mind.]

Do you want me to show you a few things now?

[charcoalfeather]

[Leave it to Rakka to be the overly punctual type. It helps when you don't have much to do, and a lot of time on your hands.]

Sure! Umm, that is, if you want to. But, I can come back tomorrow for the lesson?

[ninehundredlives]

That's fine too. I'm sure it's not going to take too long - you're hardly going to medical school.

[charcoalfeather]

That's right. [....] I wonder if I ever studied medical before...

[ninehundredlives]

If you have, it might start coming back to you as we go. Like muscle memory - after a while, you don't even really think about it anymore.

[charcoalfeather]

Muscle memory? Hmm. [She casts a look down at her hands, fingers curled. She never really noticed before, but her hands weren't as soft as she thought them to be. There were a few scratches, here and there.]

I wonder... if anyone I knew was a doctor or something. I wish I could remember.

[ninehundredlives]

Maybe you will.

I'd never...met anyone with amnesia before you, but I've read about it. It's not like they say in the movies. If anything, it'll all come back gradually, you know?

[charcoalfeather]

I hope so.

...It will either come back like that, or not at all. Someone told me.

[ninehundredlives]

It'd probably take a little while, at any rate. I wouldn't worry if it hasn't started yet.

[Those strange dreams aside. She's not sure what those are all about yet.]