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

[forcegalactic]

...It could. Explains why it's full of recipes and names we don't recognize.

[Be begins copying down the peach cobbler recipe.]

We can at least narrow it down to someone with basic cookin' skills.

[openterrain]

If it's even one of us. [ That's the real thing that's bothering Jean. ] I found it just a couple days after the library opened, so I think it must have been there before.

[forcegalactic]

[He holds the pen to his lips. Just after, huh? Barely time to run up there, drop the notebook, then have someone else find it and shove it into the shelf.]

Think it's the Conductors?

[openterrain]

Or maybe a student that was here before us. [ Which is significantly more ominous to think about. ]

[forcegalactic]

[Very ominous.]

An it's left here because...[He thinks Jean can finish that sentence.] Someone was able to get out.

[openterrain]

[ That's a pretty optimistic way of looking at things, and Jean immediately hopes Mordecai is right.

He's not an optimistic person, though. ] ... That, or it got left there because they died and never told anyone else about it.

[forcegalactic]

[That's what he meant: though he assumed that the murderer got out instead of the experiment ending with everyone dead.]

If-if they left this book behind, someone else mighta hidden somethin' the Conductor missed. There's a lotta hidin' spaces in one buildin', not even in just the library.

[openterrain]

That's what I was thinking. If everyone looks around we might find something else that can tell us about the Conductor or how to get out of here.