Week 2.

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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. 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]

You don't think you can get back to...anything good?

[uh well you see]

...I'm an only child, I don't know a lot about sibling fights.

[decrees]

[Ah...]

My sister is eight years younger than me. We aren't very close, unfortunately.

[Which is mostly his fault, since he's never known how to interact with her. He's been better with everyone here, especially all the girls that remind him of his sister. So clearly he's doing well.]

What I did to her was unforgivable. She said so herself.

[...]

I... am not interested in elaborating on that. My apologies.

[You really don't need to know what he put his sister through. Maybe he can pretend to be a halfway decent person for a little while longer.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Ahhh okay. We have reached a roadblock, Ashley nods a few times.]

Yeah, of course. Family stuff, personal. I understand. ...Well not understand-understand, but- you know what I mean.

[#goodsave]

...I'm sorry. That it was all...that that's how you left things. I really wish you could get- something, some closure or...resolution.

[decrees]

[...You tried it, Ashley...]

Of course. I imagine things are not going well in Albion right now, so she may be more willing to talk once I've returned.

[If only so she can go "how do you deal with so many dumbasses, this country is so stupid" because he's 100% convinced she will agree with him on that.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[This isn't a good subject, is it, let's see if we can swing to talking in general again-]

...Is she gonna have to lead while you're gone? Oh, that must be just- how does it work? Is there a council or something?

[decrees]

She should be in charge, yes. We have never had to face anything quite like this before, but since she is the princess she is next in line for the throne. My adviser will most likely be in charge of everything while she finds her footing.

[Walter will have that under control. Hopefully things won't go straight to hell in his absence, but Logan doesn't sound very confident.]

I asked the Conductor to tell me about the state of affairs in Albion, but of course he didn't give me a response.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Just like he wouldn't tell me about my friends... [A pause.] Or maybe he couldn't. We don't know how much he knows, after all.

[She frowns, thoughtful.]

...At least she has your adviser. He's a good guy, yeah? And if- she's anything like you and your mother, she'll do great while we're...trying to get back.

[decrees]

...I suppose that's true.

[He doesn't like thinking about it though.]

I've heard that she looks exactly like my mother when she was younger. As for her personality she's... naive, but perhaps she'll grow up while I'm away.

[LITTLE DOES HE KNOW...]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

...Sounds like Hannah.

[Ashley's voice cracks a bit while she speaks, but she smiles.]

She was such...such a kid. We were the same age, but she was always more...trusting, earnest. That's why we thought she'd just...

[A moment. Ashley tries to smile.]

Never mind me, I'm sure your sister will be fine.

[decrees]

...I'm sorry for everything that has happened to you, Ashley. You have been through so much, much more than anyone should ever have to go through.

[...he wishes he knew how to handle this better.]

If there is every anything I can do to assist you, please let me know.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[She sighs.]

I know. Thank you. I'm just- I'm trying to...be less this. That's why I offered to make so many things, give myself something to do, but all I am is...thinking about everything.

[And she just keeps on doing it still, crochet needles in-hand.]

Just talking about it h-helps. But I wish I could just- forget. That's fucked up.

[decrees]

...I understand. There are many things I wish I could forget as well.

Keeping yourself busy is a good method of trying to move forward. You're doing very well, Ashley.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Amazing what going through a weird murder-trust exercise with various shades of amnesia will do for the psyche.

...Thank you. I'm trying. I...you too. Doing well.

[decrees]

I've dealt with terrible situations before. This is... new, but it is nothing compared to what I've already been through.

[...Okay, Reaver's death is all sorts of fucked up, but even that isn't quite on the same level as what happened four years ago.]

We will continue to move forward, however. That is unfortunately all we can do at the moment.