Week 4.

[trustmods]

WEEK 4 Ashley Williams and Asuka Langley Shikinami have joined the ranks of the deceased. Two more deaths, two more people whose absences will be felt by the group; a bit over one-fifth of the Participants are dead. And this week, it seems everyone is feeling it. They say three times can be considered a routine, and the fourth week of the exercise isn't breaking pattern any. Saturday can be given to rest and sleep; on Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock. There are no more bodies, no more bloodstains; there's nothing else to be found this morning. Unless, of course, you count whatever you found last night, strange dreams or otherwise. Once again, there's a new floor to explore; after everything that trial decided to be yesterday, you deserve the reward. And for the second time, there are rule changes, effective immediately. You might want to take note of them. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 23

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week four 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

[announcemyvictory]

I don't understand any of it either, and all of my memories have been sensible and mundane. You're all remembering death and destruction and revolution, and I'm remembering salad.

[forcegalactic]

Salad.

[...]

Was it a very good salad?

[announcemyvictory]

I-it wasn't all that special! My crops are far better, after all, it's just natural! But it was... better than expected. Unfortunately.

[forcegalactic]

Wait, you're a farmer, and you ate someone else' salad? That means you were visitin' someone, right? That's just as important to a normal person as runnin' a contest is for me!

[announcemyvictory]

I suppose, though really, it was just an inspection of the new neighbour's farm. Besides, Oak Tree Town is a friendly enough place. People will visit one another whenever they feel like it.

[forcegalactic]

That's what most small towns are like - mine included - tend to be like. New neighbors are always an interestin' sight.

[But gossip about new farmers is better than discussing murder, so Mordecai focuses on that.]

What's this new farmer like? They also a rich person like you? 'Cause the farmers I know do nearly all the work themselves, not have their farmhands do everythin'. But what can I say? I'm from Mars, and live there's a lot harder than on Earth.

[announcemyvictory]

Oh, Johnny? He's an odd one. His house is an unlivable shack smaller than my closet, he does all his own planting and selling and such, and I've seen him dig up vegetables dressed as a magical girl at least once. But he seems interesting, even if he gets into my business. You're right, new neighbours all do seem to be interesting, in some way, anyway...

[forcegalactic]

...Yeah, he sounds like an odd one. [He must meet this "Johnny".] Most odd farmer I know thinks butterflies symbolize doom and tends to be real bad at noticin' things.

[Typical yokel, if you ask.]

Maybe he ran out of clothes that one time and only had an old costume to work in, makes sense if he's so poor.

[announcemyvictory]

Doom? That's odd. Butterflies just mean spring, that's all. I don't know about running out of clothes. I think he's got a maker shed, or at least he did that time with the cow. These memories are far too mixed up.

[forcegalactic]

Well, I did say he's an odd one. We've tried convincin' him otherwise, but it's harder to make someone less afraid of somethin' than you think.

You got a lot of memories of that neighbor? 'Cause from the sound of it, he was the most interestin' thing to happen to your town.

[announcemyvictory]

A few. Oh, but the townspeople in general are very nice. Most of them don't always poke their noses into what everybody else is doing, or dress up to water plants -- well, aside from my maids, of course, but that's a work uniform, isn't it? But we've got an antique shop, a general store, a few other farmers besides...

[forcegalactic]

Sounds like a nice place to live, kind of like the town in Mars, only peaceful.

[What he'd give for trouble to stay far, far, away from himself.]

I used to think I was one of the most normal among the group. Now that honor - due to the process of elimination - most likely only applies to you.

[announcemyvictory]

Maybe... You don't consider yourself to be normal?

[forcegalactic]

Not anymore, if I can trust that memory dream I just had to be real. Most people don't end up with spac we powers that allow you to do just about anythin'.

Now the question is how I got them in the first place, and why they ain't with me at the present.

[announcemyvictory]

Likely the same reason nobody else who says they should have any has got theirs, whatever that may be.