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

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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[perpend]

[He's not sure what he can do, but after a moment he approaches her.]

Do you... want to take a seat?

[It's probably best to do that first, right?]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Again, a head shake. She spent so much of her time the other day just crying on and off in the library, there's no desire to do that again. She holds the two creepy dolls that look like her friends on one hand and just looks down.

He'd told her to tell him when she remembered something, so...]

Chris is dead too. I-it... It was another sick choice.

[perpend]

Jesus...

[To be honest, he hadn't exactly had much of an idea what people would start remembering, but that is absolutely horrifying to hear.]

I... I'm so sorry.

[People getting killed one by one... it's just like this place.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

He didn't even waste a moment, he just... So I could live, I wanted to...

[That doesn't matter anymore. She rubs her eyes with the back of her hand and glances back up at him.]

I- I just wanted to...let you know.

[perpend]

[He moves, just like before, to lay a hand on her shoulder. He's been aggressively trying to make sure no one loses hope that Cabanela hasn't been giving enough thought to what people could possibly be remembering.]

I wish.... that there was sooomething I could do.

[He wishes he could guarantee that she'll be fine, but with how things are going...

Well, it's getting harder not to be a cynical mess.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[A dull, half-smile.]

Yeah. Me too.

[Nothing's going right, not at all.]

A- are you...looking around, Inspector? I didn't mean to, uh...interrupt you.

[perpend]

I'm looking around for clues.

[He gives a slight smile.]

There are so many books here, I thought maybe there's something useful somewhere in here.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

That's what I thought. Proof in the library, huh?

[That seems like so long ago.]

Have you found anything yet?

[perpend]

Not yet, but I'm going to keep looking.

[Maybe he'll find something positive to focus on.]

It'll probably be subtle, if I find anything at all-- maybe a few torn out pages, something scrawled in the margins.

Or it could be preeetty obvious-- maybe a hollowed-out book.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Or a secret button... Maybe there's secret passages and...hidden rooms.

[She just needs to stop thinking about Chris.]

Do you...do you find things like that often?

[perpend]

There could be a secret passage! I've thought about that. Maybe there's a way out of this place, hidden riiight in this room!

[He catches on quick, no need to worry.]

Sometimes I find hidden things. I've never found a secret passage before, but there's a first time for everything, maaan!

[hashtagafreakingghost]

A way out? Well, if you find it...

[She pauses.]

It's weird, it's like...being in a movie. Just...waiting for someone to yell cut or hit pause and step out. From the...passages and twisted games, everything was so normal before and now... ...now I'm a captive in a weird trust exercise talking about secret passages. [And that's to say nothing about back home.]

How can you still...after all this, how's- how are you so upbeat, Inspector?

[perpend]

Back home, I was trying to solve a murder. Right before I got here, in fact.

Not a glamorous job, but I'd prefer it the way it works in real life versus... this game the Conductor is having us play.

[At the question, he smiles.]

Someone needs to keep morale up. I'll do whatever I can.

[He's faking it, in other words.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

...Chris made jokes too. Before it got too bad. But...he was always doing that, whenever I started panicking, or got too worried, just...a light joke or a smile, and...

[She just wishes she could fake it, honestly...]

It seemed really hard, sometimes.

[...but she's worried for him.]

[perpend]

[Well, Operation: Try to make her think of other things didn't work out too well.]

We'll get out of here. There must be a way out of here, we were brought here, after all.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Sorry, Cabanela. When you're in love with a boy for years and then he dies-- well, I'm sure you understand.]

But how many of us will be alive when we find it?

[perpend]

[......Ouch.]

All we can do is try to make sure that number is as high as possible.

[It's not like he can promise to save everyone now.]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Tentative common thread: trouble in Romanceland.]

I...didn't mean to be a downer. Everything's just- not good right now.

[perpend]

You just remembered something terrible. I don't expect you to be upbeat right now; I'm not upset with you or anything.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[She drops her gaze with a small nod and a sigh.]

I know, I just- ...you do a good job of it, trying to keep everyone in a good mood. Okay?

[perpend]

I will get you out of here. You'll see.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[The tiniest, most disbelieving smile in the world...but it seems like she's in some way grateful.]

Thanks. If...if you say so.