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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. |
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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[He raises a brow at the second statement, though.]
Really? Well...
[That doesn't sound good at all.]
I'm.... let me know, if you remember anything else. Not because of this situation, but... So I know about what happened to you.
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There was more, but... Why do you want to know? It's... None of it was good.
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[There's that, and she's the age of someone who he practically considers to be his daughter.]
It's fine, don't worry about it, whatever you tell me; I'm a cop, remembeer?
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...When I woke up here, I remembered I was at a mountain lodge with seven of my friends. There were three of us all together but...Josh, he ran off. He was upset. My friend Chris and I were investigating some...strange things going on. He said there might be an escaped criminal running around. Josh was screaming, so...I tried to find him, but someone knocked me out. What I remembered this Sunday w-was...
[Her hands curl into fists.]
I woke up in the dark. H- he'd tied me to a this...board, by my wrists. I tried to get out, but he... I couldn't. I couldn't even feel the ground. Josh was tied up next to me, and eventually- I heard Chris. He found us, but- the whole shed lit up and there was this...saw-blade, on a track, leading to...me or Josh. The man started talking to us. Like the Conductor did, first day, we couldn't see him. I didn't recognize the voice. He s- he said...Chris had to choose who to...s-save.
[By this time, she's looking at her lap.]
...He chose me. Josh h-he-- he was cut in half. Right next to me.
[Less freaking out and crying than Sunday; it's like she's trying to shut herself off...and having a hard time doing it.]
Chris got me down. We stumbled out into the snow. We...two of my friends were there. That's...all I remember.
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J-Jesus.
[He doesn't know what else to say. What the hell else can you say to something like that. He reaches out to lay a hand on her shoulder.]
I'm so, so sorry. What... what an awful thing to happen to you.
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At least she's alive. At least...]
Yeah. It was...God, it wasn't fun waking up to all that.
I'm just...trying to deal with all of it.
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With her here, it's possible that she's in the worst shape of all of them here, considering their memories are pointing to them all not remembering some extremely important things.]
I caaan't say I know what to do, but I can only hope the rest of your friends got out of there.
I'm sorry, Ashley.
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Me too.