trustfell | Week 2.

Week 2.

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.

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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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[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.

[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?

[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?

[Ashley's eyebrows furrow and her lips purse, clearly in concentration.] Ohh... Hmm... Let's see.

[She removes from her pocket three carefully folded letters and one...not-so-carefully folded one. The last is set aside, but the other three she unfolds one after the other and skims.] I...think it lines up with what he's been telling me, honestly. He "received" us, the circumstances behind our arrive are "complicated," and... [She bites her lip.] He was given the items to put in the vending machine. He put them in himself, but not...he doesn't know what each of them mean to us.

I... I don't know, there's no reason to really trust him, but you're right. He hasn't told us any lies.

Were you the one to suggest he's working for someone else?

At this pooint, I think that's likely: someone organized this whole shebang, someone-- or someones, went out to kidnap us, and then we have the Conductor here watching over this whole situation.

I don't trust him, but he's our only source of information about this whole situation.

I was one of them...but yes, I definitely think that. In fact, in this letter here. [She gestures him over, covering some parts of the letter. She doesn't bother to block off the top of it, though:]

Miss Ashley,

I owe you an apology for my tone as well, to be perfectly honest; rudeness of that sort isn't acceptable or professional, and the response I gave you was out of line. I suppose neither of us were at our best that day, however.

2. I think I understand what you're asking. The items being in the vending machine at all was my doing, but the item selection wasn't my choice; I received certain things, though I won't always claim to know the reason why as relates to you or the others.

3. I honestly hadn't considered whether or not I should be considered part of this entire exercise or not. So I suppose I'm not formally so...? I haven't been set against you by an outside influence, if that's what you're asking.

See? These two here. I asked him about the...the things we got in the machine, and if...he was a part of the "trust exercise." What he said to you, what he's said to me...and what I've heard from Katsuki too, everything sounds like he's not the person in charge of all this.

"I haven't been set against you by an outside influence."

[He thinks about the wording carefully.]

So we can assume, if he's working for people, he's doing this of his own free will. He's not just some random underling, he probably has some amount of influence in this organization.

He can't be in charge, but he's not being blackmailed.

Intereeesting.

[The gears are turning in her head, almost visibly.]

...Katsuki's letter said something. That he unfortunately can't talk with the people who...did something, some kind of health thing? To him. To Katsuki, I mean.

Maybe...the Conductor's cut off from some of the people who did this. Maybe some of the questions we think he won't answer he just can't.

[Isn't that something...]

Maybe he is. That would make sense, wouldn't it?

If this is some kind of organization that does this, if he's not working solo-- there muuust be some kind of safeguard in place. You don't use the guy who's responsible for everything, and you don't use someone who knows too much when it comes to controlling the population.

...So even if we figure out how to get out of here safely, there'll still be other people out there.

[Well, she's taking the bright-and-cheery way around this, isn't she? Ashley rubs her red arm nervously.]

I wonder if he'd say anything if we ask him about the people he works for...or with.

[It might not be very cheerful, but he's thought of it, too.]

If you ask me, it's worth asking him about anything at this point.

None of us have any idea what he'll avoid asking.

Then I guess I have a question for my next letter.

[She folds this one back up.]

...I remembered a bit more, by the way. I...said I'd tell you? Whatever happened back home-- it definitely doesn't have anything to do with this. Sorry for the mislead.

I'll think of something to ask him, too.

[He raises a brow at the second statement, though.]

Really? Well...

[That doesn't sound good at all.]

I'm.... let me know, if you remember anything else. Not because of this situation, but... So I know about what happened to you.

[She is very still.]

There was more, but... Why do you want to know? It's... None of it was good.

I want to be able to comfort you, Ashley. It's not much, but we need to stick together as a group.

[There's that, and she's the age of someone who he practically considers to be his daughter.]

It's fine, don't worry about it, whatever you tell me; I'm a cop, remembeer?

[A moment, and then-]

...When I woke up here, I remembered I was at a mountain lodge with seven of my friends. There were three of us all together but...Josh, he ran off. He was upset. My friend Chris and I were investigating some...strange things going on. He said there might be an escaped criminal running around. Josh was screaming, so...I tried to find him, but someone knocked me out. What I remembered this Sunday w-was...

[Her hands curl into fists.]

I woke up in the dark. H- he'd tied me to a this...board, by my wrists. I tried to get out, but he... I couldn't. I couldn't even feel the ground. Josh was tied up next to me, and eventually- I heard Chris. He found us, but- the whole shed lit up and there was this...saw-blade, on a track, leading to...me or Josh. The man started talking to us. Like the Conductor did, first day, we couldn't see him. I didn't recognize the voice. He s- he said...Chris had to choose who to...s-save.

[By this time, she's looking at her lap.]

...He chose me. Josh h-he-- he was cut in half. Right next to me.

[Less freaking out and crying than Sunday; it's like she's trying to shut herself off...and having a hard time doing it.]

Chris got me down. We stumbled out into the snow. We...two of my friends were there. That's...all I remember.

[...Jesus Christ. No, that doesn't sound like it was whoever kidnapped them, but that does sound absolutely horrifying and terrifying.]

J-Jesus.

[He doesn't know what else to say. What the hell else can you say to something like that. He reaches out to lay a hand on her shoulder.]

I'm so, so sorry. What... what an awful thing to happen to you.

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[She lets out a sigh. She managed not to jump when his hand rests there; he's not going to hurt her.

At least she's alive. At least...]

Yeah. It was...God, it wasn't fun waking up to all that.

I'm just...trying to deal with all of it.

[He removes his hand after a moment, feeling slightly awkward. He wants to comfort Ashley, but they are still strangers, so Cabanale doesn't want to push too hard.

With her here, it's possible that she's in the worst shape of all of them here, considering their memories are pointing to them all not remembering some extremely important things.]

I caaan't say I know what to do, but I can only hope the rest of your friends got out of there.

I'm sorry, Ashley.

[She tries to smile, even a little. It's uneven.]

Me too.

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