Week 3.

[trustmods]

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!]

Comments

[midnightsea]

That's more or less what I expected. He'd be an idiot to send out distress signals in any form.

[He looked to the envelope in his hand, scrutinizing the name 'Enrico Pucci' written in black ink.]

...still. The risk might be worth it, even if the chance it reaches its destination is barely a single percent. If I do get in touch with him...who knows what may happen.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

...Could your friend save us?

[midnightsea]

I'm not sure of that either. My memories are still...unreliable. I know he has a unique power other humans don't, but I've no idea how useful it could be. I don't know if he can cross worlds like whoever actually brought us here.

[Annoying. Whatever 'Whitesnake' was, he had no choice but to put a lot of faith into it.]

But I remember that he's trustworthy, and devoted on top of that. If he gets this letter, he'll damn well try to do what I ask and take the Conductor's blasted head off.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[With all the yarn in her arms, she slowly rises.]

Then do it. Even if it's small. Any chance...to get out of here alive. Without giving into his- g-game.

[midnightsea]

Give me some credit--I'm a lot of things, but no coward. I had every intention of taking the risk even if it's useless.

[Dio flashed a fanged smirk that lacked the open malice of the one he'd worn the previous day.]

It may yet end up that this place burns to the ground with whatever's left of us on the winning side.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

That sounds...amazingly good right now.

[How strange. Maybe she's just too sad to feel fear right now, or...maybe whatever memory he got is just making this so much easier to deal with.]

If you'll excuse me. I...need to see if I can sleep.