trustfell | Week 3.

Week 3.

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!]

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[He looks over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised curiously as he takes the bowl from her.]

I-is that the name of the movie or are you emoting out-loud? [Not giving her enough time to reply before he goes off:]

Y'know, my sister Summer did that for a while, she had a phase - sh-she had a whole phase of ending her sentences with "L-M-A-O". It got really annoying.

Wha- no, that's its name, Morty. Have you really not heard of it? It's supposed to be, like- a super influential horror movie, shaped the whole twenty-first century.

Well I mean, "Scream" is such an overused title for stuff there could be like, five hundred horror films with that title. [Just gonna start putting the flour in the bowl.]

But now that you mention it, I think I might've heard about the one you're talking about? Wh-what year was it made in?

Um... C'mon, it was... [Remember Ashley come on.] 1996? '97? It's a generic title but- it's supposed to be a masterpiece.

[Somewhere in the afterlife, Josh must be crying with joy...]

Shit that's older than I am! [Well no wonder he's never seen it.]

I-I bet Rick's seen that one before - you guys should watch it together if the Conductor actually gives it to you.

I mean, it's as old as I am too. I- ...If I get it, I might ask him. But, I kind of want to watch it on my own first. Just...experience it.

[He'll move to the pantry again, looking through the random food and ingredients sitting on shelves.]

Yeah, I understand that. Just thought, y'know.. it could be fun.

[Ashley leans against the counter, watching. She thinks for a moment.]

I don't mind him, you know. A movie night, if it could ever happen, is something I'm really not opposed to.

What - why? Did - did something happen between the two of you recently? [Well she did say he offered a sandwich but he didn't imagine it'd be in a nice and/or not gross way.]

...do you know where the yeast is?

I definitely do not, uh. [She starts to look through cabinets.]

Well, I was- upset last weekend and he wasn't a total dick to me. For the express purpose of making me feel less upset. He's crass and an asshole and I'm worried about trusting him, but...I dunno. There's something else in there, is what I see.

[Well now that she's on yeast duty, he'll move to get the milk and eggs and butter and whatever from the fridge.]

Huh... [Whaddya' know. Rick might actually be trying to get along with everyone slowly..]

Yeah, he - I mean, he's a dick but he's still my grandpa, y'know? He's probably less of an asshole to you 'cause you're not that much older than me.

He probably thinks you're not gonna kill him anytime soon or something. [Basically: you're not a threat]

Ha. What a compliment. [Sarcasm, but, yes, there is something a bit genuine in that.]

Morty, you know, a lot of people are not that much older than you. And closer in age. Not that I'm complaining. Anything that makes this...everything less of what it is...

A-ha! [Yeast, located.]

Hey, you found it! [Well he was looking in the wrong area.

He'll point to the counter for her to put it down and go looking for a measuring cup.]

And I mean - I-I know there's a lot of teenagers here but I dunno.. have you seen him be more of a dick to any of them than the adults?

[Yeast plops down... Maybe if she keeps a close watch she can learn how to do this herself! ...Probably not.]

I guess he does usually steer toward the adults...but I haven't really seen him be nice to any of the other teenagers either.

[He shrugs a little at that.]

Yeah, I guess you're right but hey, why are we even talking about this like it's a bad thing? H-he's a douche but at least he's less of one to the both of us.

[Aha, here's a measuring cup! Okay, good now he'll... how much flour did he put in last time?

Eh, let's just go with two cups.]

[Ashley considers for a moment, a little unsure...but why not. She shrugs right back.]

I guess. I won't complain, at least. I guess I don't really get why...but I'll figure it out eventually.

[This is said as a certainty; if there's anything Ashley likes, it's a good puzzle, and Rick...well, he's kind of a complicated one, it seems.]

[You sure will figure it out eventually, Ashley. You sure will.]

Rick's just one big mystery. O-one moment he's calling you a piece of shit and the next he's saving your life - a-and then calling you shit again. I could probably make up a reason like... [He looks over her once, trying to think of anything that'd stick out to Rick.]

I dunno... maybe he thinks you're cute-- n-not in a creepy way, though.

[Anyway, he'll start mixing in the other ingredients too with a whole lot of guessing because he doesn't exactly remember how he and Rick made them before. So, sorry if they turn out shitty.]

[Of course she will.]

Cute? Like a kitten or something? [Well, that's amusing. Ashley watches Morty mix, maybe she'll learn something.] Well, can't say I haven't heard that before.

Or the back-and-forth. My friend Emily's...well, abrasive, to say the least.

[Don't.. don't try to learn anything from Morty. Chances are you'll end up learning how to make a big heaping pile of shit instead of pretzels.]

Is she the kind of friend who insults you but it's actually a compliment? Doesn't that get annoying after a while?

Kind of? But...you just have to know how to interact with her. Em's got a soft side...and I've known her for years.

[She shrugs; it seems like she doesn't really find it troubling.]

Is she your best friend?

[Ah... Ashley tenses up.]

I... No. No, not her. She's a good friend, but...not my best.

Oh... [Sounds like something you'd say about your best friend but what does Morty know. His best friend is his grandpa.]

Then who's your best friend? I-I mean, if you wanna tell me about them. You don't have to.

...His name was Chris.

He...we were... [She starts rubbing the ring on her finger. Don't fucking cry, not again.] I- he was important to me.

[Morty stops, mid pouring the yeast into the bowl and just kind of stares at her for a moment. He can... kind of tell that she was about to cry or at the very least considered it, just by the expression on her face and he sets the bag down. He'll.. he can put the pretzels aside for now.]

You... probably miss him a lot, huh?

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