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!]

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[decrees]

[...Well, you know what, it's a good thing this bright red contraption wasn't left in his room. He's had enough of the Conductor leaving stuff in there while he's sleeping. ...Well, alright, it's Reaver's room, but that's not important!!

Logan can be found staring at the bicycle in complete confusion early in the morning, though after he's talked to Cabanela about that he'll be in the library. He's got Reaver's autobiography with him again and he's slouched in one of the chairs reading it... but today's a little different because he looks kind of confused as opposed to sort of sad.

...Reaver was such a hot mess, wasn't he.]

The entire nation of Samarkand...

[Goddammit, Reaver.

Later in the day (after he's finished that disaster of a book), Logan can be found in the ballroom, where he'll be playing piano. He's mostly picking random notes and trying to find something that sounds nice as opposed to playing anything specific. It's been a long time since he tried to compose anything and occasionally he'll stop and just sit there, lost in thought. He has a lot to work through and for once he's not speaking aloud to try to figure everything out.

Logan's doing better today, he isn't as tense or upset as he's been and while he's definitely lost in thought, he doesn't seem worked up at all.]

ballroom;

[crimsonchin]

Plucking away, are we?

[ Asuka can't exactly blame him; the piano is pretty much one of their only means of entertaining themselves here, outside of reading. ]

Have you played before?

[decrees]

I do play, yes. I haven't had as much time in recent years, but thankfully I haven't forgotten everything.

[Logan looks up as Asuka approaches. He stops playing and for a moment his hands twitch like he's thinking of reaching towards his gloves, but... Well. He's getting sick of being jumpy as hell every single time someone approaches him. The scars on the backs of his hands are old and while they're impressively ugly, they're not worth panicking over. Not anymore, at least.]

Do you play?

[crimsonchin]

Violin.

[ Though she leans up against the piano, looking over her shoulder at him as his hands twitch at keys...she doesn't quite care about the scars on his hands at all. ]

Though the same kind of rules apply.

[decrees]

[Somehow, he didn't think she would.]

Ah, perhaps a violin will fall out of that machine at some point. I would like to hear you play, if the opportunity arises.

[crimsonchin]

Would you, now? I'm no prodigy or anything. I stopped playing around the time I joined the Air Force, so it's been a few years. I'd like to think I still know a thing or two, though.

[decrees]

I would, yes. I've always been very fond of how the violin sounds, though I never had an opportunity to learn. I'm certain it would come back to you with a little practice.

[perpend]

[Passing by Logan's door is... interesting today.

Their rooms aren't that far apart from each other, so it's not exactly hard to miss the bright red bicycle the man is staring at. Cabanela stops to stare at it, too, because he's pretty damn baffled right now.]

....Is that my bike?

[How did it get there?]

[decrees]

...Is that what this is?

[He glances at Cabanela curiously.]

I've never seen anything like this before. If you recognize it, then perhaps it is yours. You've gotten several items from Albion, after all.

[So it'd totally make sense if he got something from... whatever country you're from.]

[perpend]

It's just a bicycle.

[Do you just ride horses in Albion...]

I'm nooot sure the Conductor would let us ride a bicycle indoors, anyway. And I'm not exactly in the greatest of condition right now; I can't use it anyway.

[He approaches the bike curiously. That.... definitely seems to be his.]

Where did it come from, anyway?

[decrees]

[Yes, but there are no horses in game so ?????]

I received something from the machine yesterday that said that an item would be delivered. I assume it's because this is far too large to fit in the machine.

[On the other hand, he wouldn't have been surprised if this had fallen out of the machine, so.]

[perpend]

[Why would the Conductor put his bike in the machine...]

Well, anyway. You ride it; you use the pedals to move you forward and the handles to steer. These things here. [He's just going to grab at the handle break.] Stop you.

It takes a liiittle bit of work to master, but after that, riding a bike isn't a big deal!

[But his arm's still broken so showing off doesn't sound like a great idea.]

[decrees]

[Logan tips his head a bit as he listens to Cabanela.]

That's... interesting. Do you believe anyone else here would know how to ride it?

[sometimes he asks the dumbest questions]

ballroom;

[shuttermouse]

[ Chie hasn't really been in the ballroom all that much since before last Friday, but today she decides to go there because... she felt like it, she supposes. It's a nice room despite the discoveries that were made nearly a week ago, though when she enters the room her gaze momentarily darts up to the chandelier.

She lingers near the door and simply listens to Logan playing the piano, but after a short while she approaches him, camera in her hands. ]

[decrees]

[He did the same thing, honestly. It's stupid to think that anyone would do the same thing Reaver did, but... well. It made sense to check. He didn't even see Kaneki's body, but he can just imagine what it was like.

Logan doesn't address Chie at first, but when she approaches he pauses. There's a moment when he twitches a bit like he's going to go for his gloves before he hesitates. There really isn't any reason to keep it from anyone; everyone already knows Albion's in trouble.]

...What are you doing?

[...Is that another camera-thing?]

[shuttermouse]

Looking for interesting things to take pictures of. [ Yes, it's another camera-thing, thanks for the observation. This is the real deal though, not a toy. ]

Keep playing, I want to hear more.

[decrees]

[...Well, alright. Give him a moment and he'll start playing something properly. It's a bit longer and more detailed and he'll repeat it once he's reached the end, but it's confident and easy. He's very fond of this particular song.]

It's been quite some time since I played regularly, but it's... a nice distraction.

[shuttermouse]

[ Chie quietly listens, and near the end of the song she raises her camera to carefully compose a picture in the viewfinder before releasing the shutter; hope you don't mind, Logan. ]

It's a nice song. I like it.

[decrees]

[Ah, he doesn't. He's still kind of (unsure) on pictures in general, but he doesn't mind.]

My mother used to sing it. My instructor assisted me in composing this version.

ballroom

[charcoalfeather]

[It was becoming easier to go into the ballroom for Rakka. The previous few days had proven more difficult, since every time she made an attempt, there was the phantom image of Kaneki's body sprawled on the floor.

But there was no body there today, and Logan plinking away at a piano instead. So she'd curiously approach him.]

...Oh, you can play?

[decrees]

Ah, hello, Rakka. Yes, I can, though it's been quite some time since I regularly played.

[Logan pauses to look at her. His hands twitch a bit, but he doesn't reach for his gloves.]

How are you doing?

[charcoalfeather]

[She pauses a bit as he looks up at her. Her eyes turn down to her hands. which open and close.]

Well, I... I think I'm okay.

[decrees]

...Is there something you wish to talk about?

[That sounds like there's something else there. Logan starts playing again, something soft and slow to indicate he's still paying attention to her.]

[charcoalfeather]

[The soft music is nice, offering something for Rakka to focus on while she tries to turn her thoughts into words.]

Well, I think I've started to remember some things? About myself and back home.

[...She doesn't sound exactly excited about it, though.]

[decrees]

Ah, that's wonderful. What have you remembered?

[She doesn't sound very pleased though, so was it something bad...?]