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

pshh dont worry about it

[mortyfied]

I'm stuffing like crazy, Rick! [Also gross, don't spray your food everywhere gramps!]

Why did we even make so many of them? It's not like we're ever gonna run out of food or anything.

[rickdiculous]

Grandpa wants to have real food that he knows isn't gonna be fucking poisoned or - or taken away by the dickwad or something. You got-gotta look at the logic here.

[mortyfied]

[He sighs, a very big sigh, and rolls his eyes.]

O-okay, whatever. When you're right, you're right. [Is that a hint of sarcasm?]

[rickdiculous]

Of course I am. I'm Rick. [It's not registering.]

[mortyfied]

[Well good, 'cause that means Morty isn't gonna get his ass kicked for being a smart ass.]

Yeah, you sure are. R-Rick Sanchez, local - local "everything-I-say-is-right-and-everyone-else-is-wrong"-est. [That's.. that's a terrible term...title...thing, Morty.]

[rickdiculous]

Yep. You know. Shoulda - shoulda been my title. Though, I guess my current one is fitting because I-I-I'm enduring all of your shit, Morty. Grandpa's gotta endure all the shit you're flinging at me like some - some kinda Morty Monkey.

[mortyfied]

My shit? [He looks apalled!]

I should be the one with that title for having to put up with your shit, Rick! Y-you're always giving me crap no matter what I do - I-I could be... taking a.. a-a walk or something and you'd find a reason to give me crap over it!

Y-you're like a - a free sample lady at a grocery store! Just handing that crap out for free like it's candy!

[rickdiculous]

Yeah, because on that walk yo-you'll be walking up to me and start - start talking to me about some kinda girl or your dreams or...or about how much cum you're dropping everywhere! Just all over the place! Christ, there - there's stains everywhere!

[Just makes some kind of big open arms motion, gesturing to the entire room.]

YOU WANT THIS WHOLE PLACE TO BE CUM!

[mortyfied]

I-I haven't talked about a single girl since we got here, Rick! [WHY DO YOU PLAGUE HIS LIFE BY TALKING ABOUT HIS JACKING OFF HABITS]

A-and so what if a - if a fourteen year old-- no, you know what? I-I'm not arguing about this again! I mean we literally argued over this like a week ago, a-a-and I don't think I have to defend myself for being a teenager!

[rickdiculous]

Right, you know. I-i-it's kind of redundant, isn't it? I mean, I won that argument like I win everything else so...so, you know, big whoop. I have pretzels now. I'm going.

[AND HE'S GONNA START TO WANDER OFF NOW WITH BAGS FULL OF PRETZELS.]

[mortyfied]

God... [He's not gonna go after him or anything. Just stand there with the few bags left for a few moments and go on his own ways. Maybe share the remaining ones with someone who deserves them.]