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

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!]

Comments

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[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.

[mortyfied]

[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.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[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.]

[mortyfied]

[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.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[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.

[mortyfied]

[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?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

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.]

[mortyfied]

Is she your best friend?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Ah... Ashley tenses up.]

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

[mortyfied]

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.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

...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.

[mortyfied]

[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?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[She nods. There's no escaping this. Never.]

I didn't know he was dead until Sunday, you know? How...how fucked up is that?

[mortyfied]

H-he's dead? [Oh damn, now that's. That's...]

O-oh jeez Ashley, I'm so sorry I - I-I shouldn't have said anything.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[She shrugs, tries to smile, fails. As you do.]

He was such a big part of my life that everything just leads back to him, anyway. You couldn't have known. [All of her words are very wet, though.]

[mortyfied]

[Should he like... hug her or...]

Um... I-I'm sure wherever he is he's - he's probably watching over you and making sure you're safe. [He's really just repeating what he hears other people tell each other when someone important to them dies because he has no real idea what to even say in such a situation.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[A choked laugh; this time she does smile, for a moment, but it's a bitter thing.] Of course he's keeping me safe, that's just the kind of person he was. But God I hope he's not watching over me, not in this place, not seeing- all of this.

[mortyfied]

..y-yeah, I can understand that. [At least Chris is already dead and not here with her, with a chance to die in front of her. That'd be... yikes.]

...so you woke up with a memory about him dying last week then, right? Do you wanna maybe talk about it?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

No, not anymore. There's only so many times you can say "and he chose to d-die to save me" without it getting stale you know.

[Jesus christ Ashley.] I- I'm sorry. This is all- too much. I know, it- ...a lot of very bad and confusing things have happened to me, alright?

[mortyfied]

N-no, I'm sorry for bringing it up in the first place. [Okay, he's not gonna hug her but he'll at least reach out and place a hand on her arm comfortingly.]

I understand that you don't wanna talk about it I mean - I-I woke up with a really shitty memory Sunday, too... um.. [Man, he feels like such a dick now.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[She sighs; after the fake corpse of another dead friend this morning there's not much she can do but feel exhausted.] Seems like everyone did, right? Or at least most of us. Just...how this place goes, I guess.

[As an afterthought:] Thanks. I mean it. Wasn't your fault I'm trapped in a...horrible psycho movie. Was in. Something.

[mortyfied]

Pretty sure this kinda constitutes as it's own, fucked up psycho movie to be honest. [It's.. meant kind of as a joke but also kind of not.]

Uh anyway... maybe pretzels aren't really a good idea right now. I-I don't even know what I'm doing anymore so... wanna just eat some pancakes or something?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[She snorts and rubs the bridge of her nose and then, in the most exhausted, acquiescent voice:]

...I fucking love pancakes.

[mortyfied]

[im so upset ashley why did you do this to us]

Yeah - h-hell yeah! [Fuck this pretzel shit then he's just getting some pancake batter mix or whatever and slapping that shit into a bowl.]

You like them shaped or anything? Or chocolate chip or blueberry?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[because i'm a really bad person who thrives on suffering

Holy fuck please, pancakes are wonderful she'll clean out the pretzel stuff.] Make me a kitty with blueberries and we've got a party.