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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. |
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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!]
Kitchen
Inspector.
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Afternooooon, Susan. Do you want a sandwich?
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[Well, at least she's letting people give her food now.]
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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.
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[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.
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[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.
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It's inteeeresting, to say the least.
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I'm sure you're not alone.
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We're just going to have to handle it ourselves.
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Sometimes people give away information by what they don't say.
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I don't believe he's ever lied to us. It's just a matter of getting the information we need out of him.
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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.
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People like that always make a mistake sooner or later. He won't be able to keep this up forever. We just have to last until we get an opportunity.
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