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

[nankurunaisa]

You don't have to make things up to prove your point! Are you tryin' to make me feel sorry for ya instead?!

[She still hasn't discussed the Mars thing since her first day here, and connecting it to things like Undyne being a monster or Ghouls existing isn't something that's occurred to her yet, either.]

We're not roommates! You're just a bully! You don't see Dorika crawlin' all over the counter, do ya? Or are ya gonna prepare your food on the floor where she's walkin'?

[forcegalactic]

I ain't! Makin'! It up! [He whips out the photo from his vest.] See? This is the red plains of Mars! I never coached any sports team, but the settin' is right! Now do you believe me?

[nankurunaisa]

...Why would you bring up a photo like that and then say you don't remember it?

[oh my god, Barkeep, that doesn't help at all]

[forcegalactic]

Because the place is real, the players are real [he recalls seeing the teens' faces somewhere...] and I am real, but it's been Space Photoshopped to make me confused. You know the Conductor puts things like that in there to play mean jokes like that!

[nankurunaisa]

Isn't it possible that he gave you that photo just to confuse me, then? I mean, if ya don't even remember the whole thing...

[Wait. What was Bakugou saying? Ugh, she doesn't like you, Mordecai, but she switches her tone. And she's grabbing bread.]

...Are you missin' any memories? I don't like you, but I'm just...asking to be thorough! I don't really care about the answer, but you should answer honestly.

[forcegalactic]

[He hesitates. According to his profile, he's missing a few years of his life, but it has to be due to clerical error, barring the strange dream he had last week. And this week's...it explained a lot, it made sense, but there has to be a more reasonable explanation. Like his kidnappers injuring him during transportation, much like with what they did to Cabanela.

He slides the photo back in.] I'm not too sure. Why, are you?

[nankurunaisa]

I've heard things. That's all.

[And she's not sure she really understands any of them, especially considering this is a theory that was dumped on her this morning and not earlier in the week. She hasn't had time to think about it.]

I...I think I've performed in venues that I have no memories of performing in. Maybe. If somethin' like that were even possible!

[forcegalactic]

Same here, but I don't think it applies to all of us. [Rakka obviously has this problem, but he hasn't heard many complaints from others.]

What makes you think you performed in them? You got evidence?

[nankurunaisa]

I don't usually have dreams that come up with an entire song and dance number that I've never heard or seen before. It'd be like writin' a book in your sleep.

[It's suspicious. And she believes Bakugou on most things; she really relies on him when it comes to information.

Also she's making a sandwich with Dorika still on her heels, don't forget that.]

[forcegalactic]

Now that would be impressive, but you're right. It ain't normal to dream like that unless you're some kinda genius.

[He wishes he could dream up an entire book. Life would be so much easier.

He steps to the side to grab a plate for his food. Sorry Dorika, you're in his way. He's not going to step on her, just block her path any closer to the counter.]

Yesterday, I dreamed about a trip I was considerin' goin' on, only it ended pretty badly and I got stabbed, right where I got a scar. I don't know if that's how I got it or if the kidnappers hurt me, but it's a scary thought.