Week 3.

[trustmods]

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

[mortyfied]

I-I-I don't want to kill anyone, Mr. Jiminy! I-I'm not that kind of guy...! [He speaks with as much sincerity as he can muster.]

I-I just - i-in that memory, I... [Morty looks behind him then, towards the doorway. For a second, he contemplates just booking it out of there before anything can get out of hand, but that'd probably just make Mordecai all the more suspicious, right?]

...I-I promise I'm not gonna kill anyone here.

[forcegalactic]

"Not that kinda guy" - meanin?! [You've demonstrated you're the kind of guy likely to go on a killing spree for a dumb reason. Mordecai pinches his forehead.] I'm hopin' it's just a dream, 'cause I do not want another murderin'-type of guy here.

[mortyfied]

I-I'm not a murdering type of guy! I-it was just because we were stuck on a planet when everyone else was trying to murder us!

[forcegalactic]

What, like a planet of Murdermen? That doesn't make it any better!

Look. [Dead eye. It helps that Morty is one of the people that's shorter than Mordecai.] Murder is murder. Don't you even think of startin' a fight in here, you understand?

[mortyfied]

I'm not going to...! [He shrinks a little under that stare, but he stands his ground.]

I-I like everyone here, and I'm not - I'm not like Rick! I don't care if I get home or not, i-it's not something I'd kill over!

[forcegalactic]

[He can't trust Morty with just his word, but if the boy promises he won't, he'll have a lot to answer to if he does end up killing someone.]

You killed someone over a book. Not the most stable kind of person, if I say so myself. [He continues frowning, disappointing that such a nice kid turned out to have a horrible secret.]

...I'll hold you to that.

[mortyfied]

[Morty just goes quiet at that. Mordecai's not technically wrong - he's got serious anger issues that led him to killing that poor old man, but he also doesn't think he could do something like that again. But, again.. he's just not that sure of himself.]

..u-um.. I'm gonna - I'm gonna go. [He'll take a step back towards the door while he says that, feeling that their conversation probably isn't going to go anywhere else, anyway.]