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

[mortyfied]

[Oh, thank god..]

Phew... boy, I was expecting - I-I was almost expecting to have to investigate another murder already h-haha... [He comes over and peers inside.]

Nope! Just a plain old, empty coffin.

[forcegalactic]

[His arms are a bit sore, but not so sore he can't pat Morty on the shoulder.] See? No murderer's gonna be that obvious. Unless, of course, they looove trouble and wanna get us all panicky for the fun of it.

[As of the moment...such persons include most of the adult men, but Rick is an obvious member.]

Might be a good idea to burn it away; don't want a murder associate with this.

[mortyfied]

Yeah... i-it'd suck pretty bad if we found this again later with an actual dead body inside. [He gets ready to move it again then, but hesitates.]

How are we gonna burn it though if it doesn't fit?

[forcegalactic]

Get a weapons of sorts. Get Dio to punch it. Whatever works.

[He puts his hands on his hips and stares at the coffin.]

Let's keep it here until we find somethin'. I'll leave it open.

[mortyfied]

Um... okay, sure. [He stares at it too, quiet for a second.]

...let's see if we can find a hammer or something. I-I really don't wanna have to ask Dio to help. [He's scary, bro.]

[forcegalactic]

[But Dio is the best help for this kind of task, and he's not funny, just pathetic. However, being a vampire, it would be rude to wake him up this early in the day, so hammer it is.]

There should be one in the storage room, but I don't think it'll be big enough. How about those trainin' rooms we got upstairs?

[mortyfied]

Yeah that - that sounds like it could work! [If they woke Dio up to destroy his own coffin... that'd probably end terribly.]

[forcegalactic]

[Good thing Dio hasn't seen the coffin yet, because the plan to take one of the weapons from the shooting range has gone into motion.

Mordecai stands at the entrance, not sure where to start. On one shelf are the crossbows, on the other...]

More old tech. [He grumbles at the sight of the guns.]

[mortyfied]

[Morty peers into the room from behind Mordecai, looking over the weapons.]

Uh... we probably should go with the crossbows. [They look like they'd cause more damage to be honest.]

[forcegalactic]

[More weapons he doesn't know how to use. Great. How will he ever defend himself if someone tries to come at him with a knife?]

Yeah. Pistols are meant to shoot one specific area. [He walks over to the crossbows and holds his hands out. Without touching it, he moves them around the entire bow, looking for a place to hold it. If he grips it in the wrong place, he thinks, it'll go off and probably kill him. Or Morty, however their luck turns out.]

Ever used one of these?

[mortyfied]

I-I haven't used one but I've reloaded one before? [He follows Mordecai over to the crossbows, and takes one in his arms.]

I've seen Rick use one I think... you pull this-- [He pulls the trigger, sending the arrow across the room into the wall. Thank god he had it pointed the opposite direction of the two of them 'cause that could've been a mess.]

[forcegalactic]

Rick? Why am I surprised-- [He jumps back when the arrow fires, bumping his head into the back of the shelf and rocking its contents. Thankfully, it doesn't trigger the other crossbows, but it does result in pain.]

Ow.. [He curls into a ball as best as one could when standing and clutches the back of his head.] You- [It was more sudden that he expected, but not as loud.] Careful-

[He's too busy nursing that bruise to be mad at the moment.]

[mortyfied]

Oh, jeez! [Morty drops the crossbow and whips around, reaching towards Mordecai but kind of just hovering his hands in front of him, not knowing what to do.]

A-are you okay Mr. Jiminy? [He looks really startled, but just 'cause Mordecai bumping into the shelf shocked him on top of the sudden misfire.]

[forcegalactic]

No, I ain't! My head feels like it's gonna split!

[Dangit, Morty, what if he died? Does that make you the murderer?]

Why didn't you warn me first?

[mortyfied]

I-I didn't know it was gonna go off! [If that were the case, this would be the easiest and saddest murder to solve yet.]

[forcegalactic]

Didn't you say you knew how this worked? [No, he said he only saw Rick use it.] You don't play with these sorta things!

[Still gripping the back of his head, he takes a step to the opposite wall to retrieve the arrow, only to stop. There are plenty of crossbows left; what if Morty "accidentally" shoots another?]

Go get that arrow back.

[mortyfied]

U-um, yeah. Okay. [He'll just. Step over the crossbow on the floor then to go retrieve the arrow. Which.. takes a moment because it's really stuck in there.

With a small grunt and a foot pressed against the wall, he pulls it out and falls to his ass, but holds it up triumphantly.]

I-I got it! [And now he's scrambling to his feet so he can go give it to Mordecai.]

[forcegalactic]

...Great job. [Do you congratulate teens on getting an arrow out of a wall? Doesn't sound right, but Morty looked proud of himself.] Let's take a loaded crossbow downstairs. You walk ahead of me.

[If it goes off again, it's all your fault.]

[mortyfied]

O-okay. [Morty grabs the crossbow off the floor and hangs it back up, before taking one of the loaded ones and heading towards the door.]

I'll be careful this time. It - it'd be useless if I shot it before we got to the coffin, right?

[forcegalactic]

I hope so. We only got two more tries after this.

[Down the stairs they go. Hopefully this will be all over soon and the coffin will be no more.]

But even if it's strong, it might not break the entire thing. We'll have to keep doin' this until the coffin's in pieces.