Week 1.

[trustfellowship]

WEEK 1 Despite how unhelpful she seems, one thing has become very clear after talking to the Transmitter: there's no way out of here. It seems like you're stuck here for the time being and the rules the Transmitter told you about are still hanging in every room. You'll be left up to your own devices now – feel free to continue exploring and getting to know your fellow Patients for the next several days. Should you want to eat something you're free to use the kitchen before 10PM, but after that the doors will be locked and no amount of fussing with the locks or trying to break them down will get them to budge. However, your wake-up call in the morning isn't exactly a pleasant one - loud bursts of static over the intercom can be heard early in the morning, pulsing almost as though it's following some sort of pattern, though it isn't possible to discern exactly what that pattern might be. This will happen every morning at 7AM and again in the evenings at 10PM. You'll be able to hear it no matter what room you're in. There isn't any punishment for sleeping through it, but you don't want to waste the day in bed, now do you? (Unless you were out exploring all last night. In which case, go back to bed, damn.) PATIENTS REMAINING: 30

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[OOC: Welcome to week one of Trustfell! Feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget to save those threads for coins and the activity check!

If you'd like to get in contact with the Transmitter, you can do so through text or the phone in your room!]

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internal foyer

[armamenta]

[Hey, Nachetanya. Krauser nods at the greeting and then glances around, as if to figure out what she's been looking at.]

Were you waiting for someone?

[nachetanya]

No, not really.

[ She doesn't sit up from her seat, but she does shift in her seat to face him better!! ] I was watching the numbers on the clock move, actually.

[armamenta]

That bored, huh?

[He glances behind him at the clock for a moment before shaking his head.]

[nachetanya]

I ended up napping earlier today, and I wanted to think somewhere less quiet.

We could talk instead?

[ She sort of half-pouts at the clock and then looks back at him ]

[armamenta]

The rooms are too quiet, aren't they?

[This is why he couldn't sleep.

Anyway, the idea of just sitting and talking is something that hadn't really occurred to him, if only because he's not usually the sort of person to initiate conversations just to pass time. He's sort of awkward about it, honestly? But there really isn't anything better to do and he likes Nachetanya well enough not to just ditch at the first hint of "hey let's talk about nothing" so there's... that?? Oh my god that's just embarrassing.

Anyway, he'll take a seat nearby.]

What do you want to talk about.

[It's not even a proper question, it's just... awkward.]

[nachetanya]

[ she nods, and follows him sitting, turning to make sure that she's facing him more evenly. She sort of kicks her feet - incidentally, while sitting here she's taken off the heels of the outfit, but they remain nearby to get back on. ]

... To begin with, it's possible we'll need to revise our theory about our bodies. Well, depending on how much stock you put into the Transmitter's words.

[armamenta]

[Ah, talking about the situation, he can handle that a lot less awkwardly than he can small talk. Good!]

I called her last night to double check. She's adamant that she didn't do anything to us.

[nachetanya]

I was told the same. And more specifically, that it's possible that the process of us coming here may have... "damaged" our memories.

[ As unbelievable as that sounds. ]

[armamenta]

Damaged our memories? Is that really possible?

[He should probably stop asking that considering everything else he's learned here so far, but it'll take time to get used to everything.]

[nachetanya]

I know trauma can make people lose memories, but I've not heard of something like this before.

[ Nodding at her arm. How could she forget that? ]

But she also insisted that our bodies are as they found us, and the profiles reflect that too.

[armamenta]

If that's true, I'm missing two years' worth of memories. It's a bit hard to believe.

[It's even harder to believe some of the things listed on the profile if everything is right. How did he end up hating the military?]

[nachetanya]

I'm skeptical as well.

[ . . . Mmm ]

However, I also have begun to doubt that my arm would be severed by these people, but there to be no injures to most other people. Everything else has been fairly uniform. It's given me a fair bit to think about.

[ she tilts her head to the side, searching his expression. ]

[armamenta]

[His expression's sort of irritated, but that might just be how his face usually is. It's kind of hard to tell with him.]

It would be strange for them to take your arm off for some reason and leave everyone else unharmed.

[nachetanya]

[ She nods ]

Also, I was heading into a serious conflict last I remember right now. I could have lost an arm during it.

[armamenta]

A battle of some sort?

[Yikes. Wouldn't that be awful. Going off to fight and not remembering it, only to wake up and find yourself missing an arm.]

I'm impressed you're taking this so well.

[He certainly wouldn't have been anywhere near this calm or rational about it.]

[nachetanya]

The battle of my life, actually! I'd been chosen to be one of the Braves of Six Flowers.

[ . . . Which, she knows, in this hospital won't carry the same obvious weight it does at home, but still. She laughs a little, glancing again at the clock- she- ]

Panicking and raging wouldn't help matters right now, though.

[armamenta]

No, it won't. But it's understandable why you'd be furious with them.

[There's plenty of reasons for all of them to be mad, but it sounds like Nachetanya was about to (or already has?) take on something big.]

[nachetanya]

[ She... pouts a little, but then sighs, focusing back on Krauser ]

Mmm! There is, I won't deny that. ... But what about you, did you learn much else new?

[armamenta]

Nothing from the Transmitter. Couldn't get any information out of her.

[He's as subtle as a sock full of batteries to the face, so that's not exactly a surprise.]

The only thing I've got is the soundproofing in the rooms, but I think most people have figured that out by now.

[nachetanya]

Oh yes, I noticed that as well! I tested it out with Corrin the other day, you actually can hear through the door just a little, if it's particularly loud, I believe.

[ She - makes a motion like she meant to clap her hands, failed, and then sort of shrugs it off ]

[armamenta]

Probably so you can hear if someone's pounding on your door.

[What was that gesture supposed to be...]

[nachetanya]

[ Forgetting she has one hand... ]

I was thinking that too. But... it also means that rooms could have very private things happen in them.

[armamenta]

[Poor Nachetanya...]

I'd imagine the soundproofing is to keep us in the dark about any murders happening in the hallways. Or in the rooms, I suppose. If anyone's willing to risk letting someone into their room in the first place.

[nachetanya]

Mmm, though sharing an intimate moment would be a way to stop being watched, if the Transmitter is to be believed the other say.

[armamenta]

[. . .]

The idea did seem to fluster her. Though I can't say what good it'd do right now.

[i mean like hell if he wants any part of that but if it works, it works...???]