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

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!]

Comments

[swirlied]

[ Well, that explains why she looks like she feels terrible. ]

Oh... If you want to talk about something else, I don't mind. Maybe we could find something to do that'll take your mind off of it? [ But if it's really that bad, they might not be successful. ]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

...I'd love to try. [But yeah, she sure doesn't sound like she's got high hopes for that. ...But, wait a second-] What...are you even doing out right now?

[swirlied]

[ He averts his eyes. ]

I had a weird memory too... [ And it's not something he can really go to sleep after seeing. ]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Ohhhh... Ohhhh... Like Asuka...?] You did...? Did- [She can't say...] I'm- s-sorry.

[swirlied]

[ He shakes his head. ]

It's fine, really. It was more... Confusing than anything, I guess.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Oh. Mine was...st-straightforward. [She rubs her wrists; with how her hands are, she feels like she's rubbing blood on to them.] S...so you can't sleep...?

[swirlied]

[ He glances down at her wrists, wondering why she's rubbing them. But instead of asking, he just shakes his head. ]

No, I can't. I was looking for something to do. There's not a whole lot around here, though.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[The restraints, so tight... No, she's here now, not there.]

...There's apparently another floor now. Have...you seen it?

[swirlied]

I went up there for a little bit... But I didn't really look around. [ He was too distracted by his dream it was hard to focus on anything. ]

Have you?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Asuka took me up to the infirmary... But apparently there's a library, and a...sewing room.

[But she really doesn't want to be out for much longer...she has to rest...]

Do you think either of those would...interest you?

[swirlied]

I can't really sew or anything, but the library might have some interesting things in it.

[ But more importantly— ] Are you okay? Why'd you go to the infirmary?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Ah... She pulls back her hair from her face, where most of the raw skin is. Move it to the light, so he can see better. Holds up her scrubbed, chafed hands.]

It...was a really bad memory.

[swirlied]

[ He takes a step closer, trying to get a better look. ]

...I'm sorry. [ And he really means it. Whatever it was that made her rub her skin raw like that must have been worse than he could ever imagine. ] If you get another bad memory, come find me. I'll do whatever I can to help.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[A weak, grateful smile-- it lasts about only a few seconds, but she sure tried.]

Thank you. I... I hope I don't have to take you up on that.

[swirlied]

[ It's the thought that counts, and he offers her a smile in return. ]

I hope so too. We just have to keep moving forward, even if we get bad memories. [ Which is a lot easier said than done, and the conviction behind his words isn't as strong as it was that first week but it's still there nonetheless. ]