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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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...As I've said, it's not something any of them can imagine facing. I'm afraid I can't tell you any more than that.
[His hands are shaking badly and he's trying very hard to hide how messed up he is. He couldn't talk about it in the trial - he couldn't even let Reaver talk about it - so discussing it now... he can't do it.]
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[She knew it was a bad subject, certainly, but...god.
She'd been trying to ignore the shitshow that the trial was, but she wanted to remain optimistic that...well, maybe this could actually be believable to people outside of the circumstance. When she sees that, though...
It's disturbing, to say the least, and Undyne turns away.]
I am so sorry, Logan.
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[why can't he get the shaking under control--]
It's been years, I shouldn't be...
[useless, useless, useless]
I'm alright.
[he'll never be able to defend Albion like this--]
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Yeah, she turns back when he starts talking and...oh dear god. This...well, when she sees this in anyone, it's usually their first practice battle. The nerves, the jitters--basic stuff like that.
Not a full blown situation like this, though. Undyne's kind of horrified, to say the least and just kind of drops her book when she sees it happening.]
If it's still affecting you now, it shouldn't matter if it's been years--!
[--No, she's just going to make it worse if she yells, she's. Attempting to tone it down a notch. How the fuck do humans even work.
She's. At a loss. And really, really worried now.]
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I can't sleep, every time I try I hear them--
[And suddenly Logan seems to shut down. The shaking stops and he cuts himself off with a shake of his head.
Breathe. Focus. He's not there. He's not in that horrible, awful place and he's alright. He's not safe, but he's away from those things.]
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[When he looks at her again he seems to have gotten himself under control, though the words are a little hollow and his expression is blank.]
You shouldn't have had to see that. Normally I'm much better at keeping myself under control.
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Comfort is not her forte.]
...I shouldn't have asked. I didn't think something like that was going to happen if I tried to ask.
[The control thing doesn't even matter to her at this point, and it's...weird. It's pretty damn weird.]
I thought-- [She shakes her head--she knows this is going to sound utterly asinine, but...] --I thought it might help you if you didn't feel like you had to bear that all by yourself.
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[He can feel what little control he has over the situation slipping and Logan shakes his head. He draws himself up, squaring his shoulders. He's not letting that happen again.]
I am not angry at you for that thought; it's an understandable one. Unfortunately, that is not the case for me. It is not something I can discuss and now... it is not something I can allow anyone else to handle.
[It's nothing personal, of course. It's just... well, look at what happens when he gets close to talking about it.]
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[She's definitely starting to see that. She's still gonna wonder--that's pretty much a definite, but she'll hold her tongue on any further questions.
Still, she's going to look directly at him when he speaks again, looking...really, really serious.]
Just don't go following in his footsteps, alright? I don't know if we're going to be able to keep up if someone else decides to get ideas, but don't go killing yourself over some attempt to get out. No matter what happened there, you're still here.
You're stronger than you think you are.
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[He's done enough of that and if he can save even one other person here... well, it would be nice.
He's not sure what to do with Undyne's words though and eventually he nods. He's really not that strong, but it's nice that someone thinks he is.]