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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. |
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!]
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[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.]
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[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?
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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.]
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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.]
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That's... interesting. Do you believe anyone else here would know how to ride it?
[sometimes he asks the dumbest questions]
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I'm sure someone would be able to teach you without risking breaking an arm.
[That is why you asked, isn't it?]
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[THAT SOUNDS SUPREMELY UNDIGNIFIED
HAS HE MENTIONED HE IS A VERY DIGNIFIED KING]
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[Apparently we're going back to this.]
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[...]
And why do you insist on using that nickname?
[...At least it's not "my dear". He really wouldn't take that well.]
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[Well, except for here where we have way too many children around and that would just be creepy.]
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...Why.
[???????]
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You're thinking too hard about this.
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[IF YOU THINK THAT MAN WASN'T HITTING ON HIM JUST TO FLUSTER HIM then he is not going to correct you oh my god reaver was such an asshole
...at least that doesn't seem to upset him this time, he just sounds really done.]
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Trust me, I'm not flirting with you.
[..............
If he gives you flowers, then he's flirting with you.]
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[...he's really bad at telling when he's being hit on]