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

[midnightsea]

I don't make deals with alcohol-soaked trash, Rick.

[But for whatever reason, the obstacle between Dio's hands and Rick's throat seemed to push him squarely back into something halfway resembling calm.]

He's not worth the token effort it would take to fight him. Just get out of my way so I can tip the damn thing over enough to get him out of it.

[rickdiculous]

Oh, now that's just uncalled for. I'm just trying to strike up a deal with you, and noooooo, y-you're gonna bring up the alcoholism. Really. Figures that...that some blonde-haired loser like you isn't capable of being a proper businessman.

[Dio he -will- try and pummel you this does not need to escalate]

[forcegalactic]

Okay, we are not fightin' this out! This ain't some low-quality bar where you can punch out your grievances with each other! There is no trouble allowed anywhere near my place!

[Arguments are fine, physical confrontations in front of his room are not. He turns so that his sides are facing Rick and Dio, making it easier for him to look at both of them at the appropriate time.]

Go talk it out aaall you want later, but I do not wish to see this fight escalate any future. Rick! [He makes a chopping motion at him.] If I give you another bottle of that fake alcohol, will you leave? And Dio! [Same to that guy.] Don't think about hittin' him. Just sign his petition and this'll be all over!

[midnightsea]

I make absolutely no such promises.

[...it's not a no...?]

[rickdiculous]

Yes. But he also needs to sign the petiti- petition.

[forcegalactic]

[Narrows eyes.]

You sayin' we can't trust you?

[midnightsea]

I'm saying 'maybe I will sign it, and maybe I will throw him down a flight of stairs'.

You will note I am not yet doing the latter, so the former is more likely.

[rickdiculous]

Both. Both is good.