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

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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!]

Comments

[decrees]

Quite the contrary, actually. They've been raised recently in an attempt to prepare for the coming battle.

[WHAT DO WE SPEND THE KINGDOM'S MONEY ON?? IDK CHICKENS MAYBE, WOULD YOU BE SURPRISED]

[openterrain]

[ Well, that might make sense, if they're using the money on supplies rather than training. ]

Is there some sort of increase in the number of monsters lately?

[decrees]

...Not exactly. There is... something that will be coming in a year's time that we must prepare for.

[you're just going to keep being vague forever, aren't you, logan]

[openterrain]

[ That, of course, rings a bell of a sort: ] That's the thing Reaver was talking about, isn't it?

[decrees]

...Yes. He wasn't lying. I... I know how that sounded, it seemed like an excuse and... so many of you asked him to elaborate, but...

[Logan looks away, shaking his head. He didn't have to say anything, but Reaver knew not to go into more detail. If he had let Reaver talk about it, then maybe...?

No. The outcome would have been the same. Reaver wouldn't have been spared.]

[openterrain]

[ Truth be told, Jean still really wants to know what it is Reaver and Logan are so scared of. Details. But whatever uncertainty and unease he might have about explicitly trusting Logan at this point, he and respect his desire for silence. After a moment, Jean lifts a hand to wave off his own question. ]

It's fine, you don't have to explain. It's... well, there's things about my home I'm not telling everyone, either. [ Probably, Jean thinks, for similar reasons. ]

[decrees]

...I appreciate it.

[He can't talk about it; he hasn't been able to talk about it in four years, it's no surprise that it's still difficult now.]

I sincerely hope your situation is nothing close to mine.

[openterrain]

Who knows. [ Jean, probably unsurprisingly, isn't exactly in the mood to talk about it. ] Right now I'm more worried about whether any of us can actually get out of this place.

[decrees]

That is the primary concern, yes. At this rate it seems we won't find a way to escape and we will only be released when the Conductor decides he's done with this.

[openterrain]

However long that takes. [ Jean doesn't sound happy. ] You think he even intends to let us go free?

[decrees]

...No. Should someone... actually manage to get away with murder, perhaps he would let them go, but I sincerely doubt it.

[openterrain]

[ That's about what Jean thinks - which means there's really only one solution. ] It's up to us to get out of here, then.