Week 3.

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WEEK 3 Two more people are dead. Byakuren Hijiri has been murdered and Undyne has been executed. That brings us up to four deaths and twenty-five remaining Participants. You're doing well. Take all of Saturday to rest and sleep. You've earned it. On Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock. With no more bodies to be discovered, it seems you're safe for the time being. That said, you'll be feeling a little groggy when you wake up; it seems you've remembered something else. Or was that another really bizarre dream? Like last week, there's a new floor to explore. A reward for your efforts, of course. There's something else new, however, and as you approach the foyer you might hear the beautiful sound of... chickens? Chickens. Those are definitely chickens. It looks like Tabby's petition has worked, you have chosen chickens. Perhaps even more important are the rule changes, effective immediately. You might want to take note of them. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 25

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week three 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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[mortyfied]

[At some point during the morning, Morty loops back around towards the chickens and he wasn't going to go in there originally, but he spotted Logan petting one and thus, got kind of curious. Mostly because a king petting a chicken is such a weird thing to see.]

Hey, good morning King Logan. [He enters the room and when he's close enough he notices the scars on Logan's arms... he can't help but stare, but he doesn't say anything about them. Yet, anyway.]

[decrees]

Good morning, Morty.

[Logan doesn't stop what he's doing since he's got one of the fluffy white chickens calm enough to sit down near him. He's not exactly the Chicken Whisperer over here, but he's doing a pretty good job.]

How are you holding up?

[He's not aware that Morty is staring, otherwise he'd be covering his arms. He's pretty touchy about the scars.]

[mortyfied]

Um, I'm... [He stares for a few more seconds, before looking off somewhere else in the room.]

I-I probably could be better, to be honest. How about you?

[decrees]

I'm doing well.

[He's feeling much happier than he has the entire time he's been here, but he's also a little concerned about how much the chickens are helping...]

Did you have an odd dream last night?

[Let's... start with that, shall we?]

[mortyfied]

...huh? [Morty looks actually fairly surprised at the question, it being the first time anyone else had mentioned weird dreams before.]

W-why? Did you? [He thought it was just a weird coincidental and totally not legit thing, or well he hoped anyway..]

[decrees]

...I believe most of us had an odd dream after the first trial and I had one last night as well.

[He doesn't look nearly as pleased with that, though he's still got his attention focused on the chicken.]

What did you dream about?

[mortyfied]

S-s-so that wasn't... [Damn it.]

I-I.... [He starts to look a little pale, at the realization that the coincidence of everyone having weird dreams probably means they were real, that they probably actually happened somehow. His dream wasn't.. entirely good. At all. So he was rightfully freaked out.]

I-I-I dreamed that I - I...

[decrees]

[...Oh. That's not good, um.]

Morty. Come pet Evelyn.

[not everyone likes chickens as much as you do, logan]

[mortyfied]

[He... named it. He named the chicken. He seriously - oh my god.

If Morty wasn't basically having a panic attack, he'd say something about that because Logan.. Logan......]

I-I-I killed someone! A lot of people...! [He doesn't move from his spot, rather he just stands there freaking out a little. You.. you might have to literally slap some sense into him to get him to calm down, just FYI Logan.]

[decrees]

[...Ohhhh boy. Alright. Give him a moment to stand up and dust his hands off on his pants before moving over to clasp a hand to Morty's shoulder firmly. His grip is nowhere near strong enough to bruise, but it's enough to be felt.]

Morty. It was just a dream. Listen to me, whatever happened there was just a dream.

[To be honest he can't be sure of that, but it's better than believing what he dreamed about was real at all.]

[mortyfied]

B-b-but - ! [He still looks worried, he's still obviously not Okay but the stern grasp on his shoulder and tone to his voice is enough to at least tell Morty to stop flipping out about it.]

...a-are you sure?

[decrees]

I'm positive. What happened in my dream simply couldn't be real.

[mortyfied]

I-it couldn't...? [He looks a bit confused. Was it about smooching Reaver, Logan? Was it?]

[decrees]

[WHY ARE YOU ALL SO OBSESSED WITH THIS?????]

It couldn't. The dream I had last week wasn't possible either. I assure you, there is nothing to be concerned about.

[mortyfied]

[ITLL NEVER END EVEN IF YOU END UP DYING LOGAN SORRY]

B-but... but i-isn't it weird that - i-if everyone has dreams about their lives o-once a week?

[decrees]

[WHAT IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU, GET A HOBBY]

It's bizarre, yes, but it's no different from the other odd dreams I usually have.

[...nightmares, he means nightmares. Oh my god there are so many nightmares.]

[mortyfied]

[THIS IS OUR HOBBY NOW]

...I-I guess.. i-if that's the case.. [He still doesn't look convinced, but at least he's not about to flip the fuck out anymore so thank god, Logan. You're somewhat dad material!]

S-so that really was just a dream then? I-I didn't kill anybody....?

[decrees]

[YOU'RE ALL AWFUL

and god no we don't want logan to be a dad ever]

No, you didn't. I can't imagine you ever doing something like that, Morty.

[As long as you're calm, that's the important thing! He'll pull back then and move to crouch beside Evelyn again. The chicken clucks at him and is perfectly fine with being pet.]

...You're a kind person. I do not believe you would ever hurt anyone.

[...intentionally, at least...]

[mortyfied]

[Be the dad. Raise a kid.... preferably not with Reaver though OKAY ILL STOP]

...

[He wants to say something like "but I'm Rick's grandson", but y'know let's just. Let's try to forget about it for now, huh?

Instead, he'll quietly come over to Logan and Evelyn and crouch down himself. Not to pet the chicken because he's honestly scared to touch one of them, but to watch Logan pet it because what else is there to do anyway.]

...I-I can't believe the Conductor a-actually got us pet chickens...

[decrees]

[CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW THAT CHILD WOULD TURN OUT THOUGH GOOD LORD NO ONE NEEDS THAT

Evelyn's either a really chill chicken or she likes Logan enough not to move much when Morty joins them. Who knows. She's a chicken, there's probably not much thought involved there.]

Neither can I. They're hardly a necessity, so I suppose Tabby's petition worked.

[...Somehow. He's really not sure how.]

[mortyfied]

[The most fucked up child in the history of fucked up kids, probably...]

H-he probably didn't want to get complaints from us i-if he didn't listen to the petition. [He could imagine that. Not wanting to deal with 20+ letters asking about chickens. Especially from Tabby who wanted them the most she's... pretty rambunctious.]

I'm surprised you actually like them though? I-I mean... you'd think a king wouldn't want to get near anything d-dirtier than a cat or something...

[decrees]

I suppose that's very true. He would have had to answer to so many of us.

[The Conductor totally deserves it though. As for that statement, Logan shakes his head a bit. He looks amused though, in that very subdued way of his.]

I'm actually very fond of chickens. I had a pet chicken when I was a child. She was exceptionally well-behaved and often sat in on my lessons.

[...Yes, there was literally a chicken in the throne room. Albion is just as ridiculous as you're imagining.]

[mortyfied]

Huh.. I-I didn't know chickens could even be well-behaved. [He hesitantly reaches out and pets the chicken's head, surprised that it's just sitting there instead of trying to peck his eye out or something.]

I used to have a dog, myself... b-but then Rick ended up making him super smart and he tried to enslave humanity.

[decrees]

[...You know what, he's not surprised at all.]

I see. My sister and mother always preferred dogs, though thankfully none of them attempted any such thing.

[The driest tone in the world...]

...As for chickens, they can be. The one I had was very docile; we were inseparable.

[mortyfied]

[He smiles a little, just kind of amused at the "thankfully none of them attempted such thing", because it's such a weird thing to even happen, it'd be funny it somehow it happened to Logan, too.]

D-did it ever lay any eggs?