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!]

Comments

[blazeit]

By saloon, you mean like... a building... right? [ He doesn't not believe it. He just wants to be clear on how weird this exactly is. ] And I think we're all in the amnesiac boat. Dunno if that makes it better or worse.

[forcegalactic]

Of course, what else can it be? [He hopes "saloon" doesn't mean something different in Bakugou's world.] It shapeshifted its workin's around 'till it got legs, which shouldn't have been too hard seein' how it's a giant buildin'.

[blazeit]

I dunno, it could have been some Mars slang for oversized cat or something. Is that... normal for buildings to do. Actually, better question: was your saloon fucking alive?

[forcegalactic]

Ain't technically alive, the formal word's "sentient", but it means the same thing when you apply it to robots. Besides, every buildin's got some form of AI, it's just that the ones the public uses that can talk.

[blazeit]

Okay, that's actually not nearly as weird as I thought it was gonna be. My school's got talking robots too, but I don't think they're... sentient.

[ Probably? He isn't sure... ]

[forcegalactic]

We call those automatons where I'm from. They're only good for one thing, and they don't have any thoughts about their life. You wouldn't want your waiter bot to get an existential crisis, do you?

[blazeit]

... Or one of those nurse bots. Yeah, that'd be awkward as fuck.

[forcegalactic]

Yeah, even if I weren't a married man, havin' a robot that works for me secretly havin' feelin's of the romantic sort.

...Which has happened, AI-to-AI and AI-to-Martian. Neither ended happily.

[blazeit]

Ooooohkay, I don't need to hear about robot fucking. [ Bakugou, you shitchild. ] So do people not live on Earth anymore, wherever or... whenever you're from, I guess?

[forcegalactic]

I don't either.

[Gross. Robots do not have sex; they...are built, or something. Robot society and relationships are weird.]

Naw, Mars is the new frontier for human settlement. [Mordecai's Old Western accent should prove that.] Most of us still live on Earth, some travel in space, but me? I live on the wild outskirts of the Mars, along with the folks brave enough to make that place our home.

[blazeit]

... Okay, that actually sounds really fucking legit, you're basically like a space cowboy.

[forcegalactic]

The cowboy would be Sparks Nevada. I was the Barkeep. I tried drivin' cattle once, didn't like it.

[blazeit]

Are the Mars cattle like Earth cattle — wait, no, I have to ask. Do the chickens here look like normal chickens to you?

[ A young, inquiring mind demands knowledge because MARS SOUNDS FUCKING AWESOME ]

[forcegalactic]

Normal Earth chickens, as far as I know. The Conductor mighta put some kinda mutation to make 'em more deadly, as he likes puttin' us in danger.

[Mars chickens aren't too different from Earth chickens, but if Katsuki in interesting in different wildlife.]

We raise hypercattle on Mars. They still end up as beef, but they're giant and have three heads. Normal cows can barely survived on the harsh plains.

[blazeit]

[ ... ... ... ]

Man, I seriously fucking hope mankind starts populating Mars in my world while I'm still alive.

[ sign him the fuck up ]

[forcegalactic]

What year are you from?

[blazeit]

[ Insert a year here that suggests "within a generation or so of the current day, but we just don't know, because anime years". ]

... But if it helps more, we have some robots, like I mentioned, but they're not sentient. Smartphones are pretty common still? And we have bullet trains... I have no idea what space travel's like, though, except that it exists.

[forcegalactic]

[We assume "current day" means early 21st century, because Mordecai prepares to give Katsuki the disappointing answer of no, your great-great-great-grandkids will be dead before we even think of having humans permanently live off-planet.

But then. Robots.]

All that sounds like typical tech of your time, apart form the robots. Sentient robots weren't invented until five hundred years ago, but even then we had the military and diplomats livin' out in space.

Mars, though? There's already Martians livin' there, and you gotta terraform the planet before colonizin' it.

[blazeit]

[ ... Huh. That reminds him that he forgot there's one important discrepancy his world seems to have from some others', and he'd just kind of assumed that mutant animals => mutant humans, but he supposes he should make sure. ]

Just checking, but like... are there... mutant humans where you're from, I guess? Like humans who can do superpowered shit?

[forcegalactic]

Never heard of any, unless they were hit my strong radiation and got health complications. [In another segment, mutant superheroes do exist, but Mordecai's isn't one of those.] Genetically engineered humans and cyborgs? Now those are things that exist.

[blazeit]

... I guess my world might be more advanced than yours was around the same year. I'll hold out hope that I can fly to fucking Mars before I die.

[ It's... good to have dreams. ]

[forcegalactic]

Heck, at your rate, you might as well colonize the moon while you're alive.

...But you might wanna be careful about future rebellions on the moon, 'cause that only leads to insistutin' Bloodsports there. You know, taking' teenagers from each district on the moon and havin' them fight to the death. I don't want no trouble to happen to your family.

[blazeit]

[ They already kinda have kids fight for sport where he's from, just... not to the death... but hey, Bakugou won that tournament so he's probably okay either way!! ]

It wouldn't inconvenience them that much, I don't think? Man, I'm not even sure my mom bothered watching me fight even though it was on national fucking television that one time.

[ He's ready to be a moon colonizer right here right now. ]

[forcegalactic]

[It is literally Hunger Games on the Moon. Do you want to be in the Space Hunger Games, Bakugou?]

What? Are you sayin' you think your mom wouldn't care if you got picked to participate in Punishment Soccer and-and kill all these teenagers until you're the last one standin'?!

[blazeit]

... I'm honestly unsure? I mean, I think she would care, but she'd probably also be like "won't be a problem if you kick all their asses".

And I was mostly a free range kid, so... [ It probably shows. I mean, who lets their child grow into Bakugou if they were a highly supervisory type. ] I don't know.