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

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!]

Comments

[withabigsmile]

[Blue looks at him for a moment, quietly, to see if he'll look over at her.

And then something hits her, and before she can really stop herself-]

I'm trusting you, okay?

[...Well, that sure did just leave her mouth.]

[decrees]

[The words get him to look up and while Logan's expression is blank, his hands are shaking and they won't stop--]

...You're putting a lot of faith in me.

[After everything he's been through...]

I cannot-- I will not act on this... motive. I will not kill anyone here.

[He's already gotten Reaver killed and he promised Ashley, he promised...]

[withabigsmile]

But it's bothering you, isn't it?

[She stops what she's sewing and takes his hands with hers.]

Do you want to talk about it?

[decrees]

[He's surprised by the gesture, but he doesn't pull away. He's not exactly relaxing either.]

...Something terrible happened four years ago and it was entirely my fault. Had I been able to change what happened... perhaps I could have found a way to save Albion.

[And maybe things would have changed so much that Reaver never wound up in this situation. Maybe he could have saved Reaver too.]

I... cannot tell you any more than that. But I assure you, I will not act on this. To do that... to sacrifice everyone for that... I cannot do it.

[withabigsmile]

I believe you.

[If that first week didn't make him act, then this certainly won't. That's what she'd like to believe, anyway.]

Hang in there, okay? I'm sure you'll be able to go back and save Albion.

[She genuinely believes that. She's fought against enough extreme circumstances to believe that anything's possible. The king just has to hang in there, that's all.]

[decrees]

[Without Reaver how can he ever raise the funds to build the army he needs? And perhaps just as importantly, how is he going to stay sane for another year? Reaver was the only person he could talk to about all of this, the only person who would believe him--]

...I'll do everything I can to save Albion. I will not surrender it without a fight.