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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. |
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!]
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No... But I still don't feel safe with that thing around.
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[LOGAN YOU DO NOT NEED THREE GUNS WHAT ARE YOU DOING]
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Why? Why can't it just...go up in flames? I don't want a lot of guns around, Logan.
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...Reaver would have liked it.
[And that's really all he can think to say about it, honestly. It's a stupid reason and he knows it.]
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Ah... Well... Ashley lets out a sigh and turns away, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she does.]
Okay. Just...keep it away from me, alright?
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[...]
I'm... I apologize. I understand this is difficult for you and I... am not making it any easier.
[we're so fucked up, ashley]
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It's... It's fine. Okay? No, it's not, but- I'm...dealing with it. Look, I-
[She goes to her pile of stuff. There should be something familiar to him that she's picking up...]
I have something else for you.
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Ah, is this...?
[Hang on, let him turn the handle a few times and...]
...My mother's music box. I haven't seen this in years...
[Because she sealed it in the Reliquary for... some unexplained reason.]
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[He'd played it for her, before anyone had died...]
At least I got something nice out of that thing, right?
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[The Guild Seal isn't his and the only memories he has associated with that are pretty negative. The recruitment poster is an insult. The crown is... well. That's not something he really wants to think about right now. This is really the nicest item the machine has for him.]
...Thank you. I am very pleased to have this.
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I, yeah. I figured. You're welcome, it's nothing. I wasn't gonna hold on to something so important to you.
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[SIGH]
I'm not sure what my mother did with this. It used to be in the treasury, but I don't recall seeing it after I took the throne.
[It was gone a long time before then, but he didn't exactly make a habit of breaking into the treasury.]
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[Like fake bodies.]
Either way, I'm glad this one's here. It'll probably be nice to hear it.
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[...]
Reaver's room.
[don't ask]
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[...]
Sounds nice.
I understand. Don't worry about it.
[dead not-boyfriend]
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Right, well...
[why is this so awkward, it wasn't awkward before--
oh right, because cabanela's an asshole and had to point this out to him
(cabanela was not an asshole, logan's just mad)]
...Thank you for this and ah... Let me know if the Conductor was responsible for... that. This morning.
[he's so bad at this]
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Right, ten-four.
[dead boys suck, logan]