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!]

Comments

[decrees]

That and they jump on you no matter how well-behaved they supposedly are.

[...logan you're 6'3" why is this even a concern for you]

[shuttermouse]

...But you're tall. Why is that even a concern?

[decrees]

I wasn't always tall, you know.

[shuttermouse]

[ > imagine a small logan
> ...oh no it's kind of cute?? ]

Did a dog jump on you when you were a kid?

[decrees]

[look his parents were like, 5'0" if we're generous and 5'9" NO ONE EXPECTED HIM TO BE THIS TALL]

...Yes, actually. My mother kept several.

[though he never thought that was what actually did it LOOK AT THAT HE LEARNED SOMETHING ABOUT HIMSELF TODAY]

[shuttermouse]

[ CONGRATULATIONS, LOGAN. YOU LEARNED A THING. ]

...How big were they?

[decrees]

[Logan tips his head in thought for a moment before holding a hand palm down above the floor to indicate a height. They were pretty big, for a child at least.]

At one point she had three of them and that was when her adviser told her it had gotten out of hand.

[shuttermouse]

Geez... [ THAT IS WAY TOO BIG FOR A CHIE, holy shit ]

Dogs are cute, but I've always preferred cats.

[decrees]

I've never had any cats, but I suppose they're better than dogs.

[Chickens > all other pets though.]

[shuttermouse]

I've never had any cats either. The closest thing to a pet I've had were the bugs I kept in a jar when I was a kid.

[decrees]

Have you ever wanted a pet or have you never had any interest in one?

[shuttermouse]

I wanted a fluffy cat when I was younger, but my parents refused.

[ Raising Chie was enough work, they didn't want a pet on top of that. The reason she doesn't have siblings is because they looked at tiny Chie trying to climb the furniture and went "We're not making another one." :|a ]

...Did you have pet chickens?

[decrees]

[Tiny Chie though... how cute...]

I had a pet chicken when I was a child, yes. My mother tried to convince me a dog would be a better idea, but eventually she suggested a chicken, most likely because she thought it would be hilarious.

[...mom was kind of a massive jerk, but her sense of humor was great.]

[shuttermouse]

[ ...okay that gets her to laugh

sorry, Logan. ]

[decrees]

She was always fond of that - doing things that she found entertaining. I suspect that's why she sent me off with Reaver so often.

[Because it would be suffering for Reaver to put up with him and it'd be embarrassing for Logan because Reaver would hit on him. Good times.]