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

[ninehundredlives]

...that probably shouldn't surprise me.

[oh god dammit now this is happening]

[rickdiculous]

Yeah, well, it's up for trade. I don't want it.

[ninehundredlives]

Neither do I.

[rickdiculous]

But I want that mask, so, you know...barter system rules.

[ninehundredlives]

Go back to the machine, and try to get your own. This one is mine.

[rickdiculous]

Or you could give it to me and try to get another one. That seems logical.

[ninehundredlives]

No.

[rickdiculous]

I-it's Opposite Day, so...'no' means 'yes'.

[ninehundredlives]

Go away, Rick.

[See, this is only fun when it's aimed at the Conductor.]

[rickdiculous]

What, a-are you gonna try and pull that "Rick is a leper" bullcrap? I-I-I can go wherever I want, I live here too. Also, I want that gas mask.

[ninehundredlives]

Well, that's too bad. You can't always have everything you want.

[rickdiculous]

I-I'm just making an offer. You don't gotta go along with the whole "super distant and emoti-emotional" bullcrap too. Fuck, dude. Like - like you gotta control that shit.

[ninehundredlives]

...I don't know what you mean.

[Sounds like a personal problem.]

[rickdiculous]

It means you're weird and would probably be fitting next to Reaver as a potential Hot Topic mascot.

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan's been called weird plenty of times before. But...]

"Hot Topic"?

[rickdiculous]

I-it's this place all the emo kids buy leather pants at, they buy leather pants and - and then they go home and write about all their favorite fictional characters wearing leather pants. It's like some kinda disease.

[ninehundredlives]

...oh. The kids with the black fingernails and the...makeup, right.

[SUSAN IS HIP WITH THE LINGO]

[rickdiculous]

Yeah, yeah, yeah! Those little maggots. You know, all - all swarming with goth germs. I-it's what middle schools are doing to them. It's a terrible, terrible thing.

[ninehundredlives]

Middle school...that's like secondary school, right? Thirteen, fourteen-year-olds, that sort of thing?