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. |
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[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!]
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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.
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[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.
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How are we gonna burn it though if it doesn't fit?
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[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.
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...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.]
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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?
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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.]
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Uh... we probably should go with the crossbows. [They look like they'd cause more damage to be honest.]
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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?
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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[Dangit, Morty, what if he died? Does that make you the murderer?]
Why didn't you warn me first?
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[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.
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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.]
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[If it goes off again, it's all your fault.]
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I'll be careful this time. It - it'd be useless if I shot it before we got to the coffin, right?
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[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.