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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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The Conductor doesn't seem the type to read these-- but then again, who knows! Again, he's looking for anything obviously out of place, because this is probably dumb.]
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However, if you can stand to look at this stuff long enough to figure out what kind of trashy bodice-ripping crap this is, there actually isn't anything set in a time period that can be considered more futuristic than most of the building appears to be. There's a lot of Regency novels, a good amount of romantic suspense-type things (because apparently we can't get away from our murder even in the romance section) and a surprising amount of high fantasy with romantic emphasis, but otherwise is seems that the hatred for sci-fi continues here, even when the focus is more on people banging than anything else.]
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Conductor, why do you hate sci-fi so much? Anyway, this is really not his type of read, so he'll scan the list of way-too-many bodice rippers, pulling out a couple at random to skim through to see if more murder plots fall out of them before putting the books back.
He's not done here yet, because he has to do this right.
The next stop is the cookbooks.
The Conductor wouldn't happen to have a copy of To Serve Man here would he, because at this point with the murder note nothing would surprise him.]
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Cabanela doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, but he does have that annoying ability to zero in on things that could be perfectly mundane-- as far as he knows, this could be the product of the last person snooping around being messy.
But investigate the dessert cookbooks he will!]
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Otherwise, there's not too much going on in here today; you can investigate at your leisure, but this location's pretty exhausted for now. o/ ]
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....Eventually.]