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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laundry room

[yourpiecenow]

[casually walking by, nbd--]

... You actually know how to use this shit? [and here she is considering asking for a dry cleaner--]

[blunders]

[Hmhmhmhm--oh, hey, that's someone talking! Felicia quickly turns with a smile to Madison--she doesn't recognize her instantly, but.]

Yes! I wouldn't be a very good maid if I didn't, you know? [She'll laugh easily when she says that.] Are you looking for someone to teach you how to use it?

[yourpiecenow]

[a fucking maid she needs to exploit this bitch as soon as possible.]

I mean, I'm kinda okay for now? The clothes I showed up in aren't the kind you really clean unless you stain them? [leather and all that] But, I guess, like... I've never had to do this sort of shit for myself before.

[blunders]

[Well, if that's the case, Felicia takes a sudsy hand out of the basin and raises it up, gesturing Madison over.]

You can come and watch me, if you'd like to get an idea of it! That way when your clothes need washing, you'll have a better understanding of just what to do and what you'll need to use!

[because let her tell you, the only reason she is good at the washing stage is because you learn quickly to not fuck up the chemicals when it's your uniform your washing. good god.]

[yourpiecenow]

Sure.

[SITS. honestly a sort of awkward distance away. like just a smidge too far to be comfortable.]

If you're a maid, you must do this all the time.

[blunders]

...Are you sure that's...

[...maybe she's wary of people? Maybe that's it. Either way, Felicia just pauses for a moment before focusing in on that second bit.]

Oh, of course! I usually do this for Lady Corrin back in the castle, so I'm very experienced with this! I'm kind of surprised that this is so familiar though, while the kitchen is so intimidating...

[yourpiecenow]

It looks like there used to be modern shit. [gestures at the wall] Whatever happened there sounds like it'd be an interesting story.

... Oh, she's here too, right? [VAGUELY REMEMBERS NAMES] That's super fucking convenient for her. Nobody dragged Jeeves all the way here to clean my socks.

[blunders]

[...Felicia promptly looks over at the wall when Madison points it out and it just. Looks like she's internally sweating? God.]

...If they're anything like the kitchen implements, I'd be out of a job with certainty...

[why is the modern era like this, what the fuck.

But Felicia does look back to her when she speaks again.] She is, yes! But...my goodness, are you a member of nobility as well? Most don't usually bring up servants! And you must be very lucky to have this 'Jeeves' fellow to help you at home, I'm sure...goodness, it must be quite the adjustment.

[yourpiecenow]

Nah, nothing like that. I don't actually own Jeeves; he works for the school I go to... But, before I went there, I always had maids and cooks and nannies and personal assistants and agents and blah blah blah... But, not royal or anything. I'm...

[a pause] I don't know how to explain the idea of celebrity to somebody who has never fucking heard of a washing machine. Why is this my life now.