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

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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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[forcegalactic]

[Mordecai takes one last look at his own pile and picks up the boxes and puts them in his arms, one by one.]

No, not at all. We save food like any smart society should, lots of farms came to settle there, but starvation ain't as worrisome as it used to be back in the day. [Larges boxes first, then cans.] This is only for when I need to stay inside for safety. That supply room ain't good enough for a panic closet, so I might as well turn my room into one.

[The granola bars are stuffed in the empty spaces between his body and the cans.] So the past week, I'm been stockpilin' rations and rope and medical supplies, anythin' bound to be useful in protectin' me. Sadly, there's no metal around these parts I can use to line the walls, but I was thinkin' of ways I can use rope and furniture to block the doorway.