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

vending machine

[rickdiculous]

I'll trade you.

[holds up the thong-like thing he got from it YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THIS ELISE]

[announcemyvictory]

Whatever that is, it's repulsive. I'd rather look like an idiot, thank you.

[rickdiculous]

Bonus.

[Also holding up half a bag full of sunflower seeds?]

[announcemyvictory]

[sigh] What is wrong with the assortment of things in this machine? Most of what I get is nice, but then there are these.

[rickdiculous]

Are you saying sunflower seeds aren't fucking delicious.

[announcemyvictory]

I've got my own, and they make a mess besides. Unless that's some manner of plot against the Conductor again.

[rickdiculous]

Huh. O-okay. Shit, dude. You shoulda just told me that and - and I wouldn't be accusing you of such a heinous crime.

[announcemyvictory]

Plotting against our captor is a heinous crime now? It's what you've been doing for weeks.

[rickdiculous]

I'm - I'm talking about you not liking sunflower seeds! Jesus. Context...con-[urp]-text matters.

[announcemyvictory]

I suppose so. Speaking of plots, though, have you got anything new in your "war" against the Conductor? He certainly seemed upset by the name thing.

[rickdiculous]

Outside of finding a way out of here? I dunno. I-I'm not obsessing over the guy, sheesh. Right now, I'm - I'm honestly just drawing pictures of snakes and dropping it into his mailbox. See how well that goes.

[announcemyvictory]

Snakes? I suppose that would be disturbing, but really?

[rickdiculous]

It's an interlude. Like - like just shooting him after throwing a fuckton of grenades at him. You gotta have some buildup, it's suspense. Right now, he's probably - probably real confused about the fuckton of snake drawings in his mailbox.

[announcemyvictory]

I'm sure he's confused about a lot of things. What's the meaning of the snakes, anyway?

[rickdiculous]

They're snakes. They're easy to draw in massive quantities.

[announcemyvictory]

So that's the only reason? I probably should have guessed, with how, er, dedicated your campaign is.

[rickdiculous]

Well, yeah. I-i-it's easier for, y'know, him to get rid of one really good drawing of a dick, but it's annoying to get rid of 20 different snake drawings. I guess. Whatever.