trustfell | Week 3.

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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[Blue's all too fond of the sewing room, and she waves at Ashley as she starts to come in-

Oh man. Someone looks like a wreck.]

Ashley?

[Blue has, thankfully, caught Ashley at a moment where she is not bawling her eyes out and doesn't look like she's going to burst into tears at a stray word. This might be because she's already done that many times today, but.

You know.

Little victories.]

Blue. Hi. I'm just...getting something for the night. More yarn.

You are!

And when you're done with that, why don't you come take a seat next to me?

[God damn, you look like a mess, come over here so she can provide more comfort or something.]

I'm very... [...tired. Too tired to even argue. She finds the red yarn she's looking for and trudges on over.] Okay. Sure.

[Good! Good.

Blue's currently working on... Well, it isn't fancy, but it definitely looks comfortable, and sometimes that's all you need.]

I wanted to make the king something a little fancier, but this will have to do for now.

[It's idle conversation, and sometimes idle conversation is the best you can ask for.]

I'm almost done making what I promised. Maybe I could make something for you, and get something cozy made in exchange!

[You know, idle conversation isn't bad. She doesn't quite seem to be in the mood for handicrafts right now, though, instead placing a hand to the rather bulky chest pocket on her uniform jacket. There's two creepy dolls, two pairs of scissors... Jeez, that thing's getting full.]

You're making something for Logan? That's...thoughtful.

I don't really know what I could ask you for, though...but anything would be better than these uniforms, day after day.

They're so dull, aren't they? Maybe if we asked the conductor for a little dye we could make them more interesting!

[She would tie-dye the hell out of that boring thing.]

Just give me a couple of colors, and I'll take care of the rest.

[And her measurements, of course, but... She can ask about that later.]

Dye?

[Huh. What a thought.]

That's nice. Something...maybe red, maroon. ...A dull green. [A dull smile on her lips.] What do you want in return?

How about a cute scarf in blue and silver? Is that okay?

[Maroon and green- does she want to look like Christmas? ...She'll make it work.]

[Look sometimes the first colors that come to mind make you look like Christmas.]

I think by now I'm a scarf expert. It'll be done in...well, probably by Tuesday if I start work again soon.

[It's been a break-from-everything-and-cry kind of day.]

Take your time! I'm not going anywhere.

[...Haha...ha... Damn this place makes it hard to be casual.]

Where'd you learn to make scarves and stuff anyway? Is it just a hobby?

I just...thought it looked like it would be fun, so I taught myself. Sitting in coffee shops, making a new hat or something... Seemed romantic.

Romantic, huh? Were you planning on hooking some cute guy with a few warm accessories?

[Blue.]

Just imagine! A cold winter's day, walking side by side, when suddenly he shivers! But you're prepared. You have your scarf on, and you have no problem with sharing it. The two of you walk home together, hand in gloved hand, sharing a scarf and body heat...

[Blue.]

Personally, I'd add a little more pickpocketing, but that's just me.

[Blue.]

[Oh no well this sure went places

Surprisingly, Ashley offers a watery smile.]

Yeah, actually. ...One guy, in particular. Stupid Chris, he... He always got cold really easily, but...the sweaters I made always fell apart.

[...sorry Blue.]

...Then let's make one together! You and me. One that won't fall apart.

[And she can bring it to him when they get out of here.]

[Ohhhh dear.

Ashley sniffs.]

It's...too late. I didn't learn fast enough.

[...Oh.

Oh, that's kind of-]

Hey. Come here.

[There is a time for words and ridiculousness, and then there's a time when you just... give someone a hug, and now is time for the latter. Come here, Ashley.]

[Here we go again. Ashley doesn't waste a moment, curling into Blue's arms and it's time to start the tears train once more.]

He was my best friend, and now- I- I'm sorry, I didn't want to keep doing this...!

Don't apologize. It's okay to cry.

[Blue's tone is soft, gentle... It's genuine, and it's not often that her expressions are.]

It's better to get it out than bottle it up.

It's all I've b-been doing, e-ever since I woke up from that stupid memory, oh...!

[It's very appreciated. The tone, the moment... She really tried to keep it together.]

We're in a terrible situation right now, and it sounds like you had a really hard time at home, too.

[So why wouldn't she cry? It's the healthiest and most rational response. Really, it's a lot better than watching someone try to take on everything themselves...]

[Ashley nods. She did. She really did.]

I don't know- why any of this is happening- both here, a-and there, why- I just want everything to be okay again, and it can't...!

Week 3.

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WHY DID I KEEP LOSING NOTIFS...

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