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

[forcegalactic]

Well, I did get some extra bandages and some kinda medical-lookin' stapler thing from the vendin' machine, but I reckon it's only enough for one person at most. Don't even know how to use 'em properly.

[ninehundredlives]

"Medical-looking stapler thing"?

[forcegalactic]

I dunno the best way to describe it. Here, lemme run downstairs and show it to you.

[He gets off the chair and out the library. Follow?]

[ninehundredlives]

[>Follow]

They use staples instead of stitches sometimes, after surgery.

[forcegalactic]

Yeah, that's what I was thinkin' of, but I need to ask someone who knows more about this than I do.

[He leads her to room #8 and unlocks the door. The room is clean and organized, with no dust on the desk. There's a lone bottle of not-booze standing in the darkest corner of the room. A set of cherry blossoms and a tube with a rose in it site on the nightstand.

Mordecai opens the trunk, and after a bit of rummaging, pulls out the stapler and walks out of the room.]

Here, this is it.

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan stands out in the hall, but can't help looking inside briefly; she's not seen the inside of anybody else's bedroom here. It looks about the same as her own. What she'd expected.

When Mordecai returns with the stapler, she takes it and looks it over.]

It looks like a surgical stapler alright. [She pops part of it open.] No staples in it...

[forcegalactic]

[Mordecai watches carefully as Susan inspects the stapler. It looks simple enough to understand even without the familiar bottom half of a office stapler.]

So it's useless. Of course it is, the Conductor ain't makin' any of this easy at all!

[ninehundredlives]

If we're lucky, someone might get some out of the machine.

[Or they could just...ask. But fuck the Conductor anyway.]

[forcegalactic]

If the Conductor's feelin' generous to put somethin' helpful in there, which I highly doubht.

[ninehundredlives]

Maybe if there's a way to kill somebody with surgical staples.

[forcegalactic]

Sounds counter intuitive, but if anyone knows how they work, you can come up with a way and ask him for some!

[ninehundredlives]

You can use most anything to kill someone if you really try...

[She turns the stapler over in her hands thoughtfully.]

[forcegalactic]

Sounds like the worst kinda way to practice your creativity, if you ask me.

...What're you doin'? [Is she figuring out if the stapler can be used as a weapon?]

[ninehundredlives]

Just thinking.

[That's exactly what she was doing. But she holds it out now - without staples, it's no good as a medical instrument, so there's no real reason for her to keep it.]

[forcegalactic]

[He takes the stapler.] You're lettin' me keep this?

[ninehundredlives]

Did you want me to have it?

[forcegalactic]

[He holds onto it, thinking. Susan know more how it works, and if the medical staples fall out of the vending machine, all the better to give it to the former nurse. But for now, there's not point in giving something that rightfully belongs to him away.]

Naw, I'll have it with me for now, see if I find another use for this.

[ninehundredlives]

Alright. [That's her thinking on it too, basically.] Let me know if you find any staples. They look about how you'd expect.