Week 3.

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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. 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

[ninehundredlives]

In England. London, actually.

[Accent and all, though that may not even carry over if Hibiki hears everything she says in Japanese or something. How is translate]

[nankurunaisa]

London...somehow, that's really amazing!

[She's impressed, okay, even if it's for a silly reason.]

I wonder if we're closer to London than Japan right now. ...Or if we're even on the same planet at this rate, huh.

[ninehundredlives]

It's really not that impressive when you live there. Not where I live, anyway. I like it better like that - fewer tourists.

[Also it's not like she's rolling in money, okay]

We could be anywhere. He's trying very hard to keep us from knowing.

[nankurunaisa]

Mm! I like that, too! The parts of Okinawa without tourists are my favorite, but I also like sharin' my home with everyone I love! I like both.

[Let's be honest, Hibiki probably has extremely complex thoughts on Okinawa, Okinawan history, and America, but they don't really touch on subjects like that in THE iDOLM@STER, so we'll just let it slide.]

Hehe...it'd be nice if we were in England. I'd love to meet Teacup when I get outta here.

[ninehundredlives]

That would be nice...we'd have to be faaaar from the city though. People would notice this.

[nankurunaisa]

Mm...without the sunlight, it's impossible to tell where we are, which means it'd be impossible for people to notice us. For all I know, we're in an abandoned warehouse or underground or at the bottom of the sea.

[ninehundredlives]

I could believe we're underground...especially with the way he's opening the floors.

[How many deaths would it take to get to the top?]

[nankurunaisa]

Huh? ...You actually think so? I was just kinda throwin' it out there.

[ninehundredlives]

[Shrug]

It's possible. Almost anything is. We don't know enough to really say.

[nankurunaisa]

It's the not knowin' part that really makes me mad! I should just ask him myself, but I doubt he'll answer me.

[ninehundredlives]

Noooooooooo, no. He hates straightforwardness, remember?

[nankurunaisa]

But he likes honesty! So you gotta be honest, but you have to be sneaky about it?

[ninehundredlives]

I suppose.

I certainly wouldn't lie to him. He watches us all so much already, I'm sure he'd know.

[nankurunaisa]

[Well, Hibiki sure lies to him to get color photos before the trial. She tells him they're going to be evidence.]

I'd rather not talk to him at all, but I kinda get the feelin' everyone else is. I feel like they all know more than me.

[ninehundredlives]

I know. I don't want to write him, but it seems like it might help...I'd rather just not have anything to do with him.

[nankurunaisa]

And he's so upset about us learnin' things that he made that new rule, huh? I'd offer to write him for ya, but...

[Breaking the rules. That's a problem, right?]

[ninehundredlives]

I don't think it matters if we share things with each other. He won't give us anything, is all.

[nankurunaisa]

Maybe you're right. Either way, if I learned anythin', I wouldn't be able to stop myself from tellin' ya! There's no one better to work with.

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan is a little startled by the vote of confidence. It feels like a compliment?]

...I hope so. This isn't quite the first time I've had to deal with difficult people.

[nankurunaisa]

[It is! Hibiki, for better or worse, looks up to Susan in this place.]

Mm...I've dealt with difficult people before, but somehow I get the feelin' that the ones you deal with make mine look like a walk in the park.

[ninehundredlives]

Oh, I really hope so.

[No one should have to put up with the things she does, honestly]

[nankurunaisa]

Hey, Ashworth-san...if there's ever anythin' you don't want to deal with and think I can help, let me know, okay? It'd be nice to give you a chance to relax for one!

[Since she's starting to get the feeling Susan might have led an...interesting life.]

[ninehundredlives]

.......sure. I'll do that.

[Item One on the list of Things Susan Will Never Do!]

[nankurunaisa]

I'm glad! It probably sounds silly, but...I feel a lot better knowin' I can help you, too.

[What Hibiki doesn't know will only hurt her inside of the brackets.]