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

[decrees]

She certainly was. She'll certainly be remembered fondly in history books.

[right next to her son, the fuckup GOOD JOB LOGAN, YOU DID IT]

Mother did an incredibly amount for Albion despite not having any experience leading people. She was good at everything she did.

[yes logan we get it, your mom was the coolest]

[blazeit]

[ But will he at least be able to earnestly say, "My best" if anybody ever asks, "what the fuck are you doing"? Because lately Bakugou operates on an 'I tried and therefore no one can criticize me' standard so he'd probably be understanding of that... ]

It must be kind of a hard act to follow. [ tact what is that ] She's kinda your role model and your highest wall, huh?

[decrees]

["i tried and therefore no one can criticize me" was logan's default response as well but he's finally realizing just how badly he fucked everything up

...everything]

Indeed. I... will never be able to accomplish anything she has. She was a Hero. I am not.

[And that... is really all there is to it. Logan doesn't seem bothered by that.]

[blazeit]

[ He doesn't have the capital H distinction of Hero vs. hero going for him, so that statement strikes him as moderately bizarre. ]

You can still become one, though, can't you? A hero, that is.

[decrees]

No, I can't. It's not something I can simply become.

[...logan when will you realize that people aren't talking about the same thing as you]

[blazeit]

Sure you can. Just, like, go beat up a troll or something, that's pretty heroic.

[ This says a lot about his view of heroics, probably. ]

[decrees]

[That's not really-- Oh. Not Heroic, heroic. Gotcha.]

Ah, I was talking about... In Albion, there are people with enhanced abilities who are capable of much more than a normal human. These people are called Heroes. Though I am of the bloodline, I did not manifest any of these abilities.

[blazeit]

Oh, so you're quirkless.

[ Tfw two people are having two different conversations with each other. ]

I guess that would kinda make things difficult, but I guess kingly shit probably keeps you doing that public service just as much as heroics would, anyway.

[ ... Congratulations, Logan. You just had your ass patted by a teenaged shitchild. ]

[decrees]

[...well, that sounds close enough, let's roll with it.]

My mother was able to manage being a Hero and being Queen, so I have no doubt that it's possible - but it hardly matters now. I don't know of any other Heroes in Albion.

[Now that Reaver's dead, at least...]