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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. |
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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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[Should we just belly-flop into the elephant in the room.]
...You know, this morning, and all.
[yeah let's go for it]
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What was that all about?
[Alright, alright, she'll bite the bullet and ask.]
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[Yeah this is about as ridiculously awful as it sounds.]
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[What the fucknuts]
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As it turns out, he's not the one who picked everything out. I asked him after the last thing designed to mess me up popped out- don't worry, not as bad as this disaster that time, but still not fun.
[why is this]
I still wrote him a very angry addendum demanding...I don't know. Something. Retribution. [The exact words she used were file a damn complaint so] I'm sorry you had to see all that. On top of poor Hibiki...
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[...Poor Hibiki indeed.]
I'm surprised that you get any straight answers out of the conductor at all.
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[So that's what she's been doing instead of sleeping.]
He even gave me back something he took from me before I woke up. Maybe he just...appreciates my persistence.
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[She won't push it if Ashley doesn't want to answer, but she is curious.]
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