Week 2.

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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. 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

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Late? No, it's really...earl..y... right, you don't sleep at night, silly me.

[She sets her yarn down in a chair -- not too close but not too far, she can't be too careful.]

I guess you'll be getting to sleep then, right? After a...long night of. [What does he do?] ...Did you knit that scarf?

[midnightsea]

[probably a good call, ashley]

No, I just sewed it together from some fabric I found. I thought it better to cover up whatever on earth is wrong with my neck for now.

[...hm]

What are you doing?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Ohh, yeah, I can understand that choice- um, I'm...did you see uh, I put up a survey on Tuesday? I'm trying to crochet something for anyone who wants it. A scarf, a hat, some gloves... I'm finishing up one for Logan.

[Maybe if we just talk it'll all be fine and not awkward?]

[midnightsea]

I didn't happen to notice it, no.

[he doesn't exactly go into the kitchen much and y'all are just leaving notes on the fridge like maniacs]

...Since you're already here, I actually have a question for you.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[...Well this is it, RIP self. She tries not to look surprised or nervous, but both of those are definitely clear on her face.]

F-for me? What, kind of...question?

[midnightsea]

[c a l m l y setting the journal on the table (after taking whatever he was currently writing out of it, naturally)]

You mentioned you read this, didn't you. [Not a question.] What did you make of it, exactly?

[because most of it makes no sense to him.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Oh, well, that...she should be honest, right? Very honest? She reaches out a hand to pull it toward her, can she take another look- no no, withdraws that again.]

Really? I... um, I didn't really know what to make of it. It was...it seemed l...like some kind religious... [...] I don't know. I was...unsettled.

[midnightsea]

It seems like something, certainly.

[Frowning, Dio leaned one head on his hand while the other tapped black nails restlessly against the cover.]

Defending myself to others is hardly something I care to do, but even if I wanted to make the attempt I doubt I could. The whole thing sounds like lunatic raving even to me.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[A little bit of relief floods her; it's evident on her face.]

Oh... Yeah, that's kind of...what I got from it. --I-I haven't told anyone what was in it, I swear.

[midnightsea]

[...Ashley, you do know that's like the worst thing for literally anyone to say in this situation, right? Have you NEVER watched a movie in your life]

Do try to keep it that way.

[Luckily, right now he's too mystified as to how no one has connected points A and B to equal 'fucking vampire'.]

...You're afraid of me, aren't you? [that's hilarious.] Or do you just stammer for completely unrelated reasons?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Look, she- she panics, okay, she can't help it, she really is a cliche.]

Ah- [Hook line and sinker. She freezes up.] Just when I'm n...nervous, you... Sorry. I don't want to make any trouble.

[midnightsea]

[honey no.]

...Relax. If I were planning on killing someone, I'd have done it by now.

[Seriously. Using blood samples like a fridge of Capri Sun kind of lacks something.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[WELL THAT BOTH RELIEVES HER AND FILLS HER WITH INDESCRIBABLE FEAR.]

O- oh. [She wants to swallow down the lump in her throat, but if she moves she might burst into flames.] Okay. That's g...good to know.