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

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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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[decrees]

...What do you mean, then?

[...he's exactly that dense.]

[perpend]

[.................]

I was talking about unrequited feelings, actually.

1 / 2

[decrees]

Unrequited... feelings...

[..................]

2 / 2

[decrees]

That is absolutely not what was going on! I don't-- didn't have any feelings for him like that.

[you aren't fooling anyone, logan]

[perpend]

[logan please]

That's a bit too strong of a denial, maaan!

[....]

It's not like I'm going to go around gossiping about this.

[But then again he's pretty sure almost everyone already knows...]

[decrees]

It is not, I don't...

[He's sitting up a bit more and his shoulders are stiff as hell, but it's the way his hands are shaking that finally catches his attention.

...He wouldn't be reacting so poorly to this if they were wrong, would he? Sukuyo and Tabby both brought it up after the first trial and that had been a horrible time for it, but...

What if they aren't wrong?]

...I don't... That's not...

[...That's exactly what it is.]

[perpend]

I doon't make a habit of making fun of people.

[There's no pressure to accept it, just a bit of gentle prodding. He could keep talking about his own problems, but you know, that wasn't really the point of this.

He can accept it, it's all fine. Sort of.

Right now, helping Logan get through this is important. It's not going to magically go away, but given what kind of situation they're in... well. Feelings are hard.]

[decrees]

[He's quiet for a long time before finally leaning forward again and resting his head in his hands.]

...How could I have been so stupid...?

[The question is muted and not something he's looking for an answer to. There really isn't one.]

My apologies, I... hadn't realized.

[...]

I hadn't wanted to realize that that's what this is.

[perpend]

[He doesn't answer the question, because he can't, of course.]

I caaan't imagine what you're going through. It's not the same situation. Similar, but not the same.

[decrees]

[Oh. Oh wait, hang on--]

You... You felt the same way about your friend?

[That's something else to focus on, something that isn't goddamn Reaver, so just... let him have this moment, okay.]

[perpend]

I've been trying to say that for a while!

[ha.... ha....]

It was never going to work out; he was engaged shortly after we met.

[decrees]

[...oh. S-Sorry, he's bad at this...]

Ah, I see... And you... never told him.

[...we're so fucked up.]

[perpend]

I figured the least I could do for him was prove his innocence.

I believed in it, even if no one else did.

[WE'RE SO BAD AT THIS]

[decrees]

...I'm so sorry.

[If he's not dead then that's wonderful, but... it's entirely possible Cabanela's memories won't reveal anything else and his friend...

Logan sighs and runs a hand back through his hair, tugging on the ends when he reaches them.]

...

[This is probably the stupidest thing to admit, but...]

I thought I was in... in love with him when I was a teenager.

[HOW DID THIS HAPPEN AGAIN or maybe HOW DID THIS NOT STOP HAPPENING oh my god why is his life so shitty]

[perpend]

[Feelings are hard. Good for you about admitting them, Logan!

This is about helping you with your everything, after all.]

I suppose things like that sometimes never go away properly.

[decrees]

It's been over fifteen years...

[HOW HAS HIS LIFE SUCKED SO BADLY THAT THIS IS STILL A THING]

...I'm not sure what to do with this.

[There really isn't anything to do, is there?]

[perpend]

[...You really need some kind of significant other, Logan.

Or a cat.]

I caaan't offer you advice on that, I'm afraid.

[decrees]

[...Well, there are chickens now, does that count?]

I thought as much. Things like this are never simple, are they?

[NOT LIKE HE'D KNOW oh god his experience with all matters romantic is embarrassing]

[perpend]

[...it's not like Cabanela's much better, really. He's single at 41.]

Uuunfortunately not. Things like this are never easy.

[we hecked up]

[decrees]

[Give him a few years and he'll join you...]

No, I'd imagine not.

[He runs his hand back through his hair again. This is agitating him and there's nothing he can do about it. Where the hell does he go from here? What does he do now?]

...Do you think you would have been better off not knowing that you... care about him that much?

[perpend]

I...

[He's not sure how to respond to that. He actually rubs at the back of his head, looking lost for a moment.]

I dooon't know. Maybe that would have just made things awkward.

[decrees]

...Possibly.

[But it would have hurt less, right?

...Though now that he thinks about it, Reaver's death doesn't hurt more now that he's aware of it. So maybe he's always known on some level and having the realization really hasn't done anything to change things.

This is entirely too confusing.]

I... This will take some time for me to process.

[How could he be so stupid...]

[perpend]

Yeah, of course.

[Honestly, it probably wouldn't have hurt less; it's hard to fake feelings. Repress them, sure, but lying to oneself isn't exactly easy, even if they've both been doing it.]

It... might take you a long time.

[decrees]

I'll have plenty of time to... [regret everything] work through all of this once I return to Albion.

[He doubts that. There's a year left before the attack and he'll be so busy preparing for that he won't have time to mourn Reaver. Maybe that's for the best. He doesn't want to think about any of this anyway.]

[perpend]

Of course.

[Ignoring it doesn't seem to be wise, but it's not like they have much of a choice at the moment-- they'll be too busy trying to survive this, let alone what awaits Logan back home.]