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

[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.