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!]

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[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Throughout most of the day, Ashley's going back and forth between the sewing room and the library, the former to get more materials and the latter to sit in a chair and either knit or or read. All she needs is a bit of cinnamon coffee and and a window with a view of falling leaves and she'd be a dang cliche.

("You already are a fucking cliche, Ash," Emily would tell her, rolling her eyes and shaking her head and telling Matt to go get her a pumpkin spice latte refill a few moments later.

She'd try to ignore it or protest, but Josh would push her hat down and lean on her shoulder and quip, "Aw, which Instagram filter are ya using today?" and she'd have to swat him off and pout. Chris and Sam would tell him to knock it off, but they'd be hiding their own laughter. In a perfect world, Jess would be talking with Emily and Mike would show up late, making a show of everything and no one would fight. In an extra perfect world, Hannah would shyly sip a drink with too much whipped cream, and Beth would dryly mock them all.)

But instead, Ashley is here, in a quiet library with no books she recognizes, a lot of yarn, and a lifetime of trauma.

...Hey, but. Good things, right! Don't focus on the bad! Throughout the day, she'll be looking for a few specific people! Asuka, Marty, Jean, Weiss, and Logan: there's some handmade accessories for you people.]

[heymcfly]

[ Believe it or not, Marty's been spending a lot of time in the library. It's kind of funny, because when it comes to education or whatever, he doesn't give a damn. Instead he's bent over a book, his trusty picture by his side as always. He's looking through history books that cover the Wild West times...which is hard as hell. There's no mention of a guy named Emmett or Doc or whatever, and these books only cover major history points. Apparently, his best friend dying wasn't important enough to be in the books.

With a sigh, Marty tosses the book to the side. It doesn't feel good not having Doc around. Especially, especially knowing he was gone. There wasn't any way to forget this, and it was driving him crazy.

Maybe he should just get up and go. Looking stuff up and staring at this picture all day is making him feel absolutely miserable. ]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Ashley's very absorbed in her crochet at the moment, working on something just going from blue to brown. Very absorbed until, well- the flying book, that most definitely gets her attention. Luckily it trip her up enough to mess with her yarn. She glances up to see- oh. Well.]

Marty? Hi, I was just about to go look for you- um, are you- you don't look so good.

[heymcfly]

[ OH SHIT he just totally messed up her stuff, didn't he? Marty pops his head back up when he's called, and he waves to Ashley. He's just a tad bit embarrassed, because she said she was gonna make him something and he just tossed a book at her. ] H-Hey! How's it goin'?

[ He tits his head to the side after a moment or two and shakes his head. ] 'S because I'm reading educational books. [ Marty looks over to her and grins. ] Learning makes me sick.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[HAHA see typos are funny because it is obviously it does not trip her up, vital words, missing, oh woe. BUT ANYWAY.

That's not entirely too convincing, Marty; she's friends with the absolute king of "no, it's nothing, I'm fine," (well she was friends with him) so you're going to need to step up your game...but well, what could be fine in this place? So she gives him a suspicious smile and sets down the hat she's going to town on.]

You should get that looked at. How're you going to get out of high school if you're allergic to it? [And reaches behind her, into a little bundle of yarn products, oh where is it...]

library;

[crimsonchin]

[ Asuka's been spending most of her time here since the library's opened up; there isn't much else to do other than read and take inventory, aside from, God forbid, socialize. And she'd far rather immerse herself in a novel or two, though most of the authors here are a bit off the wall.

If nothing else, though, Asuka doesn't seem to mind Ashley's company. A light tapping on the side of one of the bookshelves to let her know she's there... ]

Found something you like?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Ashley very much appreciates that, Asuka. It seems people are finally starting to understand how she works in high-stress situations...]

Kind of. Nothing from home, but it's not really bad, just kind of...taking stock, you know? [At the moment, she's taking a break from her handicrafts to read- something, some kind of Edgar Allen Poe equivalent.] What about you?

[crimsonchin]

I've been skimming through to see if there's any sort of psychology books I can get into, but, for lack of a better term, they all kind of suck. Nothing really all that helpful for my purposes...

Taking stock sounds like as good of a plan as any, though. This Conductor of ours has an interesting taste in authors.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

None that I recognize. But... Psychology? Really? What're your purposes? Gonna...psychoanalyze all of us, figure out who's...you know... [A murdering psychopath.]

library

[decrees]

[It's not unusual to find Logan in the library and unsurprisingly, he's still looking through Reaver's autobiography when Ashley comes in. He finishes the paragraph he's on before marking the book with a folded piece of paper and closing it.]

Hello, Ashley. How are you?

[Probably still a mess, but at least she's out and about. That's worth something, he thinks.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Logan! Nice to see you here, Your Majesty.

[A mess. Yes, a mess, most definitely, but she's looking a bit better at least, seems the ointment and powder's helping! ...Doesn't look so well-rested, but, you know. She's trying her very best.]

I'm...still kicking. Looking for a place to work on all my crafts.

[decrees]

[Sometimes that's really the best you can do...]

Ah, how are you doing with them? It certainly is ambitious to want to make something for all of us.

[He sounds pleased though; it's nice to see Ashley working so hard for everyone.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Wanna see?

[She doesn't even give him a chance to answer; behind her, she's stashed a little bunch of finished accessories, and the one she takes out is... Well, given what he requested, it should look familiar.]

Tada! Just finished this morning.

library

[perpend]

[It takes him a little while to find her, but once he does, he makes his way over to Ashley, taking a seat in a chair nearby her. He still has his strange copy of Doktor Faustus with him, naturally, but nothing else.]

I have some information for you. It's not much, but it's a start for whenever our next meeting happens.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Oh, that's a bit of a surprise! Ashley's engaged in this blue-and-brown craft now, and- it's a hat, it is definitely a hat. Anyway, as soon as he speaks, her attention's completely shifted, as he's said the magic word.]

Information? What kind of information?

[perpend]

[He leans in, glancing at a paper before he stuffs it back into his pocket.]

The Conductor told me he was only given the information on our profiles. It seems that while he might be keeping an eye on us, injuries we got before coming here just aren't something he's aware of.

[Of course, the Conductor could be full of shit, but he'll leave that part unstated.]

He called it an "oversight"; he's never outright lied to us yet, but what do you make of it?

library

[announcemyvictory]

[Elise looks up from a thick novel she's... okay, she's barely a few pages in, but she's trying to look busy.]

Oh, hello. Did you find anything interesting?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[A little wave to Elise, though her hand is full of gold yarn. Ashley sets it down at her nearby chair and picks up a novel of her own- or at least, a collection.]

Nothing I recognize, but a book's a book, right? You?

[announcemyvictory]

It would be a lot easier if I just knew what this world considered cultured and what was worth reading.

[shuttermouse]

[ Chie usually doesn't read much, but when there isn't much else to do she's more than willing to head to the library and find a book to read - she'd rather be taking pictures of things with her camera, but the film is limited and she wants to save some shots for future crime scene unvestigations.

When she walks into the library she wanders among the bookshelves for a while, looking for anything that looks interesting enough, and when she spots Ashley she immediately abandons her quest for a decent book to plop down next to her. ]

What are you knitting?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Little mouse might be a more accurate nickname than Ashley'd ever guessed before, because wow is Chie quiet when she walks! She freezes instead of jumps, so it doesn't ruin her stitch, thankfully. She's working with a forest green color yarn now, with some gold by her side.]

Chie. Hi, you're...awfully quiet. Um, actually I'm working on your hat.

[shuttermouse]

I know; I'm a photographer. Moving quietly makes my job easier. [ She gets some of her best pictures when she can sneak up close without a sound. It's also useful for when she wants to collect information without being seen. ]

I like the shade of green.

late with gracebucks

[icysemblance]

[When Weiss says hello to Ashley, she's brought a couple of cups of coffee with her.]

I wasn't sure if you'd want sugar, but I added milk.

[With that, she'll put down both cups, managing a smile.]

How are you holding up?

always up for late gracebucks

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Ashley glances up; oh, how nice. She returns the smile, setting down the forest-green hat she's working on.]

This will be great, thank you. How'd you know I was just craving a little pick-me-up?

[As for the question, well.]

I'm...oh, you know, keeping busy.

[icysemblance]

It gets chilly up here after a while. I figured I'd just make enough coffee for two.

[A nod.]

That's as well as any of us could do. I'm glad you're in a little better spirits, though.