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

[zomgboom]

Didn't what? It's, like, perfect.

[This is her design.]

[charcoalfeather]

Tabby....

[You are Rakka's friend but oh goodness. She can't believe that sweater right now.]

You're really going to give that to the Conductor?

[zomgboom]

Yeah? Is there, like, something wrong with it?

[Besides everything, that is.]

[charcoalfeather]

Umm, well... [YES.] I'm not sure if they'd like it very much.

[zomgboom]

I'm making it with, like, my feelings and stuff.

[She's full of shit.]

[charcoalfeather]

[Certainly is.]

...Uh, are those bells going on it, too?

[zomgboom]

Well, yeah? It's, like, not a Christmas sweater if it doesn't jingle. And everyone knows Christmas sweaters are, like, the best gifts anyone can ever give.

[SO. FULL. OF. SHIT.]

[charcoalfeather]

Oh... [You really are, Tabby... but you've also captured possibly the only audience in this academy that will believe you.]

So, you mean the sweater is really suppose to look like that? [Pointing to the offending article of clothing. It sure is a thing.]

[zomgboom]

Yeah. Or, well. They can have, like, reindeer and stuff on them too, but I'm, like, not good enough at knitting to do fancy stuff.

[She's not even good enough at knitting to be knitting a sweater, tbh.]

[charcoalfeather]

....I can sew a little. [A little.]

Do you need any help?