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

[charcoalfeather]

Uh huh. I know she knew a lot about what was going on, and I think there were some other girls with wings and halos too! [It's fuzzy as hell but at least it's something.]

It feels like... such a strange memory to get like this, and it doesn't explain everything that I wish it would. But, maybe that's the point of it!

[She's already drawn her own conclusions on it, it seems.] I just wish I didn't have the least memories of everyone here.

[forcegalactic]

[Good for her! She's getting somewhere, at least.]

Ain't nothin' wrong with that, so long as you're not throwin' a fit over it. ["No trouble in my place" and all that.] I personally never had amnesia, but I think memories don't come back in the order they happened, just what's more important. See, gettin' your wings is a big deal, I'm guessin', so that's what you remembered!

[If this was one of his shitty short stories, he'd write someone getting the most dramatic memory possible at the most convenient time. Why wouldn't life work the same way?]

[charcoalfeather]

I guess I'll have to try not to. [Trouble in this place indeed. Does Rakka look like the sort of person to cause trouble? Maybe by bursting into tears, sure...]

It does seem like it's a big memory to have. [She glances over her shoulder, her wings flutter a bit.] You really think that's it? Hmmm, maybe you're right - I guess I was wondering why I had wings for a long time, so then it came to be after a while.

[forcegalactic]

[That's considered trouble in his mind. Don't cry, Rakka.]

Yeah, now keep on thinkin' of what you know, and soon everythin' will work out, easy! Now, how about we talk over breakfast? Get our brains workin'!

[charcoalfeather]

[There will be no promises made. There's just going to be trouble on her face, sometimes.]

Huh? Breakfast? [She realizes that, yes, there is food currently being made. It slipped her mind a little. And now, she's beginning to notice the way her stomach's been rumbling.]

Breakfast sounds nice, thank you!