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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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[Oh, yeah, she's had enough of this "rich, crazy girl" crap she gets from him.
She sets Dorika down on the ground. Defiantly.]
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Don't go thinkin' you can let her loose anywhere! Chickens do not belong in the kitchen unless they're read for cookin', and this here chicken ain't of that sort!
And who's ever kept a chicken as a pet? If you're gonna play with her, do it in the designated room!
[He grabs the wooden spoon from the pot and waves it at Dorika.]
Shoo. Go.
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I already wrote this down once, so try to remember it this time! Lots of people keep hens as pets! They're docile so even kids can hold 'em, and they provide fresh eggs! You don't have to be on a farm to enjoy that! Think ya can remember it this time?
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Right, I got it! Just keep it out of the kitchen and dinin' room, got it! And clean up after here, she's gonna make a mess!
[The moment he find chicken poo in the kitchen, he's banning so many things.]
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[That's a really condescending sound coming from Hibiki there.]
If anythin', the kitchen's gonna be even cleaner when she leaves! Like dogs and goats, hens love table scraps and can eat almost anythin'! And we have an agreement, she's gonna tell me if she needs to poop!
[She can talk to animals, it's.
Yeah, they had that talk.]
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[Though clearing table scraps sounds very nice, but still. Farm animal.
He turns back to the pot, which is starting to smell good.]
Now take her outta here, and whatever food you came for! I'm cookin' human food, and I don't need no chicken feathers in it!
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[And she has the audacity to sound like she's pitying him. Just a little. Really, it sucks to be an old man with no vivacity, doesn't it?]
And I'm here, too! This isn't your kitchen. I'm gonna make lunch for Dorika and I, and there's nothin' you can do about it!
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[Can a chicken feel hate? It's a philosophy question Mordecai feels should be discussed some time when Hibiki isn't interrupting his cooking.]
It's our kitchen. Everyone's kitchen. Anyone that don't want animals inside here have much a right to enforce that rule as I do. This is how livin' with roommates work, Hibiki: you can't do whatever you want!
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[She still hasn't discussed the Mars thing since her first day here, and connecting it to things like Undyne being a monster or Ghouls existing isn't something that's occurred to her yet, either.]
We're not roommates! You're just a bully! You don't see Dorika crawlin' all over the counter, do ya? Or are ya gonna prepare your food on the floor where she's walkin'?
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[oh my god, Barkeep, that doesn't help at all]
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[Wait. What was Bakugou saying? Ugh, she doesn't like you, Mordecai, but she switches her tone. And she's grabbing bread.]
...Are you missin' any memories? I don't like you, but I'm just...asking to be thorough! I don't really care about the answer, but you should answer honestly.
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He slides the photo back in.] I'm not too sure. Why, are you?
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[And she's not sure she really understands any of them, especially considering this is a theory that was dumped on her this morning and not earlier in the week. She hasn't had time to think about it.]
I...I think I've performed in venues that I have no memories of performing in. Maybe. If somethin' like that were even possible!
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What makes you think you performed in them? You got evidence?
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[It's suspicious. And she believes Bakugou on most things; she really relies on him when it comes to information.
Also she's making a sandwich with Dorika still on her heels, don't forget that.]
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[He wishes he could dream up an entire book. Life would be so much easier.
He steps to the side to grab a plate for his food. Sorry Dorika, you're in his way. He's not going to step on her, just block her path any closer to the counter.]
Yesterday, I dreamed about a trip I was considerin' goin' on, only it ended pretty badly and I got stabbed, right where I got a scar. I don't know if that's how I got it or if the kidnappers hurt me, but it's a scary thought.