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

[perpend]

[Well, that's... certainly different. He's not going to complain about the state of the book-- though a part of him is certainly tempted to ask for Nineteen Eighty-Four next, just to see if the Conductor appears to continuously appreciate irony, but first thing's first.

He once again pens a note of thanks to the Conductor, because sometimes sucking up can be a good thing, and then he makes his way to the library where he will be reading for most of the morning and afternoon.

In the afternoon, Cabanela can be found in the kitchen where he will be making sandwiches with.... whatever kind of lunch meat the Conductor has given them.

You might get lunch out of him if you're lucky! Maybe. At least he seems like he knows how to cook when he's not high on opioids.]

library;

[crimsonchin]

Well, well, well. Taking me up on my suggestion, I see?

[ Asuka seems vaguely pleased to see a book she recognizes, though it doesn't appear to be in her native language... ]

What do you think of it?

[perpend]

It's not bad, noot bad at all! Some of the details are missing, though. It looks almost like the Conductor, or someone else went through and edited it before I was given the book.

Any time the setting is mentioned, it's been scratched out over so I can't read it.

Maybe it's just meant to irritate me.

[crimsonchin]

Really now? That's peculiar. ...If you were curious, it's set in a town called Kaisersaschern by the river Saale. Basically, it's southeast Germany. But Kaisersaschern is a fictional town, so I don't know why it would be scratched out...

Haunting, though, is it not?

[perpend]

It's not just the town-- any mentions to other cities, real cities are gone.

And it looks like someone decided to rename the demon.

[He flips through the book until he comes across a passage where the name is. It's been crossed out and written over. Whatever that name is,it's certainly not Mephistopheles.]

I don't think it means much of anything. It's just a... strange thing to do.

It's.... ceeertainly something, the book. Even with the edits.

[crimsonchin]

That's peculiar...I wonder why that would be. Though actually, I think it might work in the book's favor, all of that aside. To scratch out the names of people and places...perhaps it reflects Leverkühn losing his grip on the world around him, or perhaps simply not caring as he becomes more and more obsessed with Apocalypsis...

I'd apologize that German work is all so nihilistic, but, I'm not sorry at all.

[perpend]

Maybe it's to make sure we stay in the dark, I don't know. Maybe it disguises inconsistencies in this version. Not that I'd really know, since I can't read German to begin with.

[He manages a slight grin.]

Doon't worry about the nihilism; it's almost appropriate for a place like this, isn't it?

Kitchen

[ninehundredlives]

[Well, first aid lessons are over. Time to go get some food maybe?]

Inspector.

[perpend]

[He gives a smile.]

Afternooooon, Susan. Do you want a sandwich?

[ninehundredlives]

Sure, thank you.

[Well, at least she's letting people give her food now.]

[perpend]

[He nods and starts working on a second sandwich.

It's not a very complicated process, and after a couple of minutes, there are two sandwiches on two separate plates.]

Violà! I hope you like it; the Conductor has given us limited sandwich supplies.

[ninehundredlives]

You could always write him for more.

[But she takes the sandwich and goes to sit. She trusts Cabanela with food preparation, at least.]

Though I don't blame you if you don't. I've only written to him once. Nasty old bastard...I don't like talking to him.

[perpend]

I'll have to think of something.

[He'll join her after a moment, starting to eat his own sandwich.]

I wrote to him the other day and he was pleasant enough, but I'm suure that depends on what the content of the letter is.

[ninehundredlives]

I asked him for a sample of his music. For the piano. He gave it to me, of course.

[perpend]

I wonder what the difference is between a request he'll accept and one he won't?

It's inteeeresting, to say the least.

[ninehundredlives]

I was just playing to his vanity. I've known types like that before...

[perpend]

If it works, it works, doesn't it? The only way we're going to accomplish anything useful around heere is to be friendly towards our "host", after all.

[ninehundredlives]

I'd rather not go crawling to him for anything.

[perpend]

[Hey, fair's fair. He's not going to judge.]

I'm sure you're not alone.

[ninehundredlives]

I wouldn't trust anything he told me anyway. So why bother?

We're just going to have to handle it ourselves.

[perpend]

I'm not sure. I think it depends how we go about it.

Sometimes people give away information by what they don't say.

[ninehundredlives]

Especially people who like honesty and dislike straightforwardness?

[perpend]

Exactly.

I don't believe he's ever lied to us. It's just a matter of getting the information we need out of him.

[ninehundredlives]

[Personally, she's a fan of that "catching him in the kitchen" plan happening over there.]

We need a lot. Even if we did manage to get out of the building, we could be anywhere right now. We need whatever he used to get us all here in the first place.

[perpend]

I know. We doon't have much yet, and it's not much help right now-- but I want to believe it's possible.