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

[hashtagafreakingghost]

...Why aren't you being a total asshole to me?

Like. I don't- it's appreciated but- ...never mind. [She just eats more sandwich.]

[rickdiculous]

Have you ever looked at the way I walk into a room? In case you haven't noticed, I-I'm the kind of guy who looks like he just walked in - right into a room fulla shit. Like, there's shit everywhere. Just all over the walls. A-and I walked right into it. It's on my shoes and my fucking shirt and CHRIST, the whole place is shit. I - I got resting shit face.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is that...that I know shit when I see shit. You look like shit. So I'm trying to make you look a little less like shit.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[She hadn't noticed, to be honest- at least, not in a way that she could place it. Just figured, there's this old man, this mean, crazy old man and... Well, you learn something new every day.

She wipes a few crumbs from her mouth with the back of her sleeve.]

It really was- freaking horrible... [No, okay, she is not spilling her guts to Rick of all people.] ...I guess, thanks. For the food and...all that.

[rickdiculous]

Yeah. Figured. [He just kinda shrugs. He doesn't care all too much about what she thinks.]

No problem. Glad to know the food I make isn't - it's not inedible.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

It's...actually really, really good? Didn't expect that. ...No offense.

You cook well. Uh, Rick.

[rickdiculous]

It's a sandwich. It's a sandwich I scienced the living fuck out of, sure, but - but still a sandwich. Cool yer jets.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Alright, fine, gratitude rescinded. That better?

[rickdiculous]

A little. Thanks.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[This could be a moment for a heart-to-heart but really would anyone here want that? What now.

...What now is she's going to finish this fucking sandwich and continue being a mess, probably.]