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!]

Comments

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.]

[charcoalfeather]

Alright. At least everything seems a little familiar to me.

[Murder school aside.]

I think I remember a lot of things, only it's like... I feel it. Instead of remembering it.

[ninehundredlives]

That makes sense...that's a good sign, I would think.

[charcoalfeather]

Right.

[....]

Oh! Uhh, the lessons. So, the are tomorrow, right?

[ninehundredlives]

Ah - yes. Tomorrow.

[charcoalfeather]

T-then, I'll be here tomorrow!

[Rakka it's in the infirmary.]