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!]

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[charcoalfeather]

[....Good thing that Rakka already felt like crying today, though she was growing more concerned with Ashley at the moment. Please try to be considerate of Rakka's wings! They are delicate - especially with that phantom pain on her mind. There is a special way to hug a Haibane like Rakka.]

I really don't know... [About anything Ashley was talking about at the moment. No one has filled her in yet.

But here she is, hugging Ashley, trying to be soothing. Or at least stop the crying before she starts.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[She'll try, try to be careful as much as she can. Not squeeze too hard or jostle them. As for keeping her from crying, well- she kind of needs to right now. She just breaks into tears, murmuring unintelligible things.

She'll stop soon. Probably. Right now, she just has to break the hell down.]

[charcoalfeather]

I-It's okay, it's okay... [Is it really? Probably not. But if she says it enough times, then maybe it will become true for the both of them? They could both do with a do-over of this morning.

That won't happen. So, Rakka will be here instead, hugging/holding Ashley. Occasionally there are back pats, and a bit of shifting when her wings were too uncomfortable. She was just as lost as Ashley was on all of this, even more so, even. Was she going to cry? Oh yes. They come almost unexpectedly, and they are unstoppable.

She's tired and confused and she wants to go home. But that's not happening.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[At first, she just shakes her head- no, it's not. It won't be okay, it can never be okay. She whimpers in Rakka's arms, as everything she's been trying to wash away hits her with the force of a tidal wave. When she realizes Rakka's crying too, she holds tighter. She can't say anything to console her, not when she's too much of a mess herself. But she doesn't let go.

Eventually, it slows. It subsides. It finally stops, with a bit of mumbling, actually coherent mumbling, something like was his best friend and chose me and why?

Until finally her vise grip loosens, her head just sags, and she's all sorts of exhausted, but nowhere near ready to rest.]

Rakka...?

[Quiet, scratchy. God, everything feels sore now, inside and out.]

[charcoalfeather]

[She didn't really believe it either. The memory of pain and fever was still fresh in her mind, as well as the knowledge that she really wasn't what she seemed to be - no, she wasn't Human. She was something else that was different.

She wasn't human anymore.

It hits her hard, even harder as she felt Ashley's arms tighten around her. So, she cries, and lets it all out, unfortunately for the front of Ashley's shirt. Neither of them could be comforted... but letting it out was the next best thing.

And it ends, eventually. Like all things do. Rakka doesn't move, nor does she look up when she hears Ashley's voice reach out for her.]

...I dreamed about something too. [She states, quietly.] It was... how I got my wings. It was... painful, and terrible.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Oh... Oh, God, R-Rakka.

[Why is this happening? Why is this happening to them? Ashley whimpers. She holds her tight, without...touching the wings.]

Oh, God.

[charcoalfeather]

[Rakka's guess was probably as good as Ashley's.

From within Ashley's arms, she would probably hear Rakka trying to gather herself again. A few whimpers here, a muffled sob there.]

I really... don't know who I am.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[I wish I didn't remember.

She doesn't say it because her throat is so scratchy from crying. It's good she doesn't; it's probably not the right thing to say right now.]

I'm sorry... I'm so sorry.

[charcoalfeather]

...B-but, it's okay. I'm okay.

[Her arms around Ashley tighten a little.]

You're okay, too. I'm sorry, Ashley.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[But...]

No I'm not.

But I'm alive.

[And she's so disgustingly thankful for that.]

[charcoalfeather]

[It's a difficult spot they were both in, and Rakka was honestly not equipped to deal with it.

They were alive, yes. Maybe. They were here. But, what was happening back home was unclear to say the least.

Rakka's grip on Ashley stayed firm.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[And now... Now...]

Thank you. For staying with me.

[charcoalfeather]

[A little nod is her reply.]

Do.... do you need anything? I-I can...

[She can't do much, but she will try.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[She sniffs.]

I. I don't know. Just... I-I need to think. T-to be alone for awhile, maybe.

[charcoalfeather]

...A-alright. I can do that.

[....She's not leaving just yet, no. You're getting more hugs, Ashley.]