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

[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.

[shuttermouse]

What was she like? [ She lowers her camera, waiting for it to start printing the photo. It'll take a little while before she can show the picture. ]

[decrees]

[That's perfectly fine, he'll keep playing as he speaks.]

My mother was the Hero of Bowerstone, an impressive woman who united Albion fifty years ago after she saved the world with the Heroes of Strength, Will, and Skill.

[...yeah, Reaver helped save the world.]

Mother was exceptionally powerful. She was an amazing fighter and she was a wonderful ruler, the people all love her, even now. It's been over a decade since her death and everyone still speaks highly of the Hero Queen.

[...it's a lot to live up to.]

[shuttermouse]

Woah, you have a lot to live up to. She accomplished a lot.

[ ... ]

...Reaver helped save the world?

[decrees]

Yes, I do.

[He'll leave it at that though.]

He did. Mother always said he wanted nothing to do with it and was dragged in anyway, but she was always hard on him.

[...]

He was one of her favorite people, however.

[She was kind of an asshole who really liked teasing people, okay.]

[shuttermouse]

Huh, really?

[ Did she buy his house and refuse to give the deed back... Anyway, it looks like the photo has been printed; she holds it out for Logan to see, and it's so much better than the one she took with the toy camera. The colours are a bit faded, though, which makes it look a little old. ]

[decrees]

[OF COURSE SHE DID

Logan pauses when Chie holds out the photo and he reaches out to take it. Wow, that's... really impressive.]

This technology is incredible... I can see why you're so interested in it.

[It's kind of surreal to see a picture of him that isn't a painting that he had buried in the backyard for some reason.]

[shuttermouse]

[ Chie watches his expression with interest; it's fun to see how someone from a place without cameras would react to this sort of thing. ]

If I die, you can have it.

[decrees]

Ah... There's no need for that.

[That catches him off-guard, but Logan's reaction is subdued. He doesn't look distressed or anything, just sort of baffled.]

Making plans of that sort... It shouldn't be necessary.

[...It is of course, but that's kind of blunt, Chie.]

[shuttermouse]

[ ...Chie is a blunt person, Logan. ]

It shouldn't, but it is. I could die here any day.

[decrees]

...Any of us could, yes.

[As much as he hates to admit that, it is true.]

There really isn't any point in pretending otherwise.

[shuttermouse]

Exactly. It'd be great if nobody killed again, but I'm not an optimistic person.

[decrees]

There's no point in hoping for the best in a situation like this. If any of us get out at all, I sincerely doubt we'll have even half of our current number.

[There are twenty-seven of them now. If even five make it out that'll be impressive. The Conductor isn't going to let anyone go though, Logan's certain of that.]

[shuttermouse]

Our odds aren't good at all. [ And she suspects her odds are a little lower than the others; she's small, and she knows she would be an easy victim. ]

But we'll have to try to persevere anyway. I'm not going to just lay down and die.

[decrees]

[Thank you for not saying that, at least...]

Of course not. That would be ridiculous. We've come this far; we cannot allow the Conductor to win.

[It would be awful if he died after sacrificing Reaver.]