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

[crimsonchin]

How are your memories coming along, though? Anything new or exciting?

[charcoalfeather]

Well, I think I learned a little more about the Haibane in my memories. And we apparently have some rules.

[crimsonchin]

Some rules? Like what? That sounds awfully peculiar...

[charcoalfeather]

Well... we need to only use things that were used by other people, and Humans let us stay in an old school outside of town called... Old Home. It's this really old place, kind of like the academy here. And it's kind of scary, but it still felt nice.

[Rakka has this faraway look to her eyes, like she's trying to recall a dream. Which she was. It also seems that she's babbling a bit.]

[crimsonchin]

That's odd...you can never have anything for yourself?

[charcoalfeather]

No, I... guess? In my memory, I got a dress from a thrift store.

[crimsonchin]

A thrift store...I see. Well, that's technically yours, even though it belonged to someone else at one point. You can take things that belonged to someone else and make them your own...

[charcoalfeather]

That's the point of it, I think. [Her gaze drifts down to her hands, looking at their palms. With a finger, she slowly traced the lines.]

I still don't know what a Haibane is supposed to be, but it feels like, in my memories, I'm learning about it there too.