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. |
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[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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...Well. But. I suppose it wasn't that bad seeing a new baby cow. It was a little cute.
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[That sounds fun.]
You sound like a great farmer when you say stuff like that, Elise! I love hearin' about all your animals.
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[She turns a bit pink at that, looks away for a moment, and then gives a smile and laugh.]
Of course you'd say that! I do pride myself on my farm, after all, so naturally it would show! I'll be sure to let everyone know as well. O~hohohohohohoho!
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[The attitude is uncanny. A bit of bashfulness followed by a typhoon of princessliness.]
Hehe, but that's great! When we get outta here, I'm gonna come see your farm! I bet the animals have all kinds of stories about ya!
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