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

[decrees]

Of course.

[Here you go. The gun is pretty new-looking and well-maintained. Logan might not be a good shot, but he does know how to take care of a gun.]

It isn't Reaver's, I know that much. I received another one of these from the machine as well, so I suppose it's another weapon the machine drops every so often.

[crimsonchin]

Hm...

[ When she takes a look at it...well, it does indeed seem like a gold revolver. .45 cal...maybe it was a Colt Single Action Army? She can't exactly tell, but she had heard somewhere that one was one of the greatest handguns ever made... ]

He just...gave out a working gun, and the bullets to match? That machine is a mess...

[ Without much in the way of hesitation, she aims the gun...and fires. A nearly objectively perfect shot, almost dead center in the target, just shy of the white dot in the middle... ]

...As I thought. Rusty.

[decrees]

...No, it wasn't working. This one was fixed by Reaver before he...

[...yeah.]

The only bullets for it are here in this room. I'm not sure why the Conductor left them here we we're receiving guns that don't work.

[He falls silent as Asuka shoots and he shakes his head when she speaks up.]

I doubt you'll be rusty for long, at that rate. You're an exceptional shot.

[crimsonchin]

He probably expects us to fix them ourselves...if Reaver was able to do it, there must be some kind of tools in here that one could use to be able to make them fire. ...I'll be sure to be extra diligent in the storage area.

[ She says, spinning the barrel and handing it back... ]

I've been handling guns like that one for a long time. Although I'm admittedly more used to...bigger ones. Much bigger.

After all, my Eva is 80 meters tall, so it need to hold a gun fit for something that size.

[decrees]

Ah, the parts Reaver needed also fell out of the machine when I got the gun. I haven't seen them since, however.

[He's got a second gun, but that one doesn't have the parts so... at least there's that.]

That certainly sounds impressive. I can't imagine it, honestly.

[Guns that large... it really is a terrifying thought. Reaver would have approved.]

[crimsonchin]

...Damn. So if someone gets lucky and gets both a gun and parts...We might have some trouble.

[ She grumbles; she'd put her hands in her pockets, if her plugsuit had any. But she's forced to cross her arms instead. ]

Seriously, what a pain in the ass.

[decrees]

Indeed. I don't know how many of our number could fix this; I'm not sure how easy it is to fix a gun. Should it happen though...

[Well. Someone will probably get shot.]

[crimsonchin]

Easy or not, people have a lot of time on their hands here.

[decrees]

...That's very true. Someone would most likely be able to figure it out eventually, and now that we have access to bullets...

[...Actually, let him check that real fast. Huh.]

I'm certain there weren't this many here earlier this week.

[...oh no, are these being restocked too?]

[crimsonchin]

So he's making it extra-hard to keep track if they're missing, then...

[There's a groan of exasperation from the tiny seething girl..]

Ugh, this is just great! If someone takes bullets, we won't even know!

[decrees]

I'm not sure why he's going to the effort. Is he expecting us to get both the gun and the parts and then repair the gun all for a murder? It would be simpler to use whatever else drops from that machine.

[Poison, knives, swords, pickaxes...]

This is ridiculous.

[FUCK THE CONDUCTOR]

[crimsonchin]

He probably figures there are advantages to putting in the time to shoot someone, instead of actually stabbing them, right? It's the only thing I can think of.

...Though, personally, I think poison would be the simplest to use. And probably the hardest to trace back to any one person in particular, right?

[decrees]

I would imagine so. I'll admit I'm not very familiar with poison, but that does seem to be the most simplistic way to go about it.

[...WELL THIS IS A HELLA MORBID CONVERSATION, ISN'T IT]

Ah, my apologies. That's hardly an appropriate topic of discussion given the... incentive this morning.

[crimsonchin]

...Yeah, that was my fault. But I think that, in light of that incentive, we should start thinking like this, at least a little. Get inside the head of someone who's going to murder someone, so we can stop this. Think like a murderer.

[decrees]

...Think like a murderer...

[NOT LIKE THAT'S HARD...]

I see your point. If we can attempt to determine how one might act, it may be possible to prevent a murder from occurring. That would certainly be worthwhile.

[crimsonchin]

That's the hope, anyway. That incentive today...it could easily push someone over the edge, I think. So we should take precautions while we can, just to be prepared.

If we're lucky, maybe we can stop whoever tries to go for it.

[decrees]

I had thought the incentive from last week was bad, but he's obviously not playing around. If he has the means to follow through on that...

[Well, it's not a pleasant thought.]

That's a good point. How would you suggest we prepare for that?

[crimsonchin]

He may, or he may not, but if someone's going to murder, they're going to murder. ...I was thinking we should probably hold another meeting in light of this. Make sure everyone's as meticulous as hell. Y'know, that the patrolmen are on point, that everything's stocked up...maybe see what the group has to say as a whole about this after last week, if we've found something new.

[decrees]

I agree. It would be best to organize something of the sort. We may not have any new information, but at the very least we'll be able to check on everyone and see if anyone is showing signs that they might break under this incentive.

[crimsonchin]

Sounds good enough. Want to try and have it for tomorrow, then?

[decrees]

Sounds good to me. Would you like to put the note up or shall I?

[...assuming the petitions haven't overrun every available space...]

[crimsonchin]

You should do it. You've got a pretty good sway around here, I find.

[decrees]

I'll take care of it, then.

[Ah, that was... kind of nice... Why do you all like him so much, this will never stop being weird.]