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

[icysemblance]

I think he's some kind of Corgi. I can't remember whose it is, but I know I must have been a friend, if a plushie of him arrived for me.

[charcoalfeather]

Corgi? ...Aww... [Well it's certainly a cute looking dog, in her eyes. Maybe the real one is even cuter.]

Are there normally plushies of him? I didn't expect a plushie of a dog to be in there.

[icysemblance]

I don't know. I suspect this one's one-of-a-kind, but I can't say for sure.

[charcoalfeather]

One of a kind... [

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One of a kind... [<small.Her gaze rests on the machine, and she bends over a bit to look at it again.</small>]

I wonder why it's in there. [<small>hmm.</small>] Maybe, it's a gift?

[icysemblance]

You might be on to something. If it's a gift, it's one I appreciate.

[charcoalfeather]

That's the spirit! Maybe someone from your home could have made it for you.

[icysemblance]

Maybe so, or maybe they just lucked up and found one.

[charcoalfeather]

Found one? What do you mean?

[icysemblance]

Maybe they stumbled across one in a shop window or something.

[charcoalfeather]

Huh, it might be possible. [Who's to say. Why is Weiss asking her? She didn't know anything.]

It could be a gift from a really nice friend of yours! Maybe even for a birthday!

[icysemblance]

I think you're on to something. Let's just say it was from a friend.

[charcoalfeather]

A-alright. [At least their onto something. Now she could turn her gaze towards the vending machine.]

It really does have a lot inside it, doesn't it?