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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kitchen, afternoon

[yourpiecenow]

[she's on her fourth cup of coffee by now, because gdi her system demands the use of some kind of narcotic to make it though this shit. she sideeyes the knives.]

You're either planning a steak dinner or a stabbing spree.

[carnivorously]

Or I'm planning on defending myself in case someone plans on going on a stabbing spree.

[Taking multiple knives is just overkill, though, however, Kogami doesn't really care at this point. He's not in a good state today, though thankfully, he isn't killing just because of that.]

[yourpiecenow]

You know that's, like, a super American way of thinking about things, right? "I need to be well-armed so I can fight off the hordes of equally well-armed people when shit gets bad!" And then you accidentally shoot yourself in the face, or Little Timmy gets into your gun locker and blows his sister away.

... What if somebody actually needs a steak knife for steak-related purposes?

[carnivorously]

Then they can deal with their steak with another way to cut it.

[He clicks his tongue.]

I won't shoot myself, but I'm glad you're looking out for me that I'll somehow do that with a knife.

[He knows what she meant, he's just being a smartass.]

[yourpiecenow]

I'm not that selfless. If all the cute guys got themselves killed in the first week, what else would I do with my time?

[take that, smartass]

[carnivorously]

I don't plan on going on a murder spree, so you don't need to worry about that.

[If she was talking about him, he either missed the point or is still being a smartass.]

[yourpiecenow]

[this is fine she likes them dumb.]

Somebody could shiv you thinking you were trying to shiv them first. Carrying weapons around just causes way too much confusion, makes people jumpy-- there's a reason they want you to turn yours in at the club.

[carnivorously]

That wouldn't happen. I'm trained to fight in these kind of extreme situations.

[He says it so matter of factly.]

Someone tried to hunt me down before I got here, but I killed him first.

[Uh... that's not reassuring...]

[yourpiecenow]

Good on you. [/LIKE ONE OF MAYBE THREE PEOPLE HERE WHO WOULD EVER SAY THAT]

Why was he hunting you down? You sound dangerous. [oh no he's meeting all her standards]

[carnivorously]

I was forced into a game, probably like this one. He wanted to hunt me since that was his hobby. [Hunting humans... yes. It's fucked up.]

If I wanted to win, I had to kill him. There was no other way.

[If he let him go, it would have come to bite him in the ass.]

Though, I should probably state that where I'm from, we can't kill without Sibyl's permission. If Sibyl decides they want someone dead, then they make that judgement. If a human tries, we're killed in return.

[Ugh, he wants a cigarette so badly right now.]

They're judged through a gun like object called a Dominator. If they're crime coefficient meets 300 or above, they're killed. From 100 to 299 they're paralyzed and taken in for rehabilitation.

[He sighs. He's not sure why he's explaining this... probably more or less to explain that he's not a cold blooded killer, but that he's still aware he's pulled the trigger on the Dominator enough and has taken multiple lives that way.]

[yourpiecenow]

[listens intently]

So, it's basically entirely that dude's fault for dying. If he wasn't such a douchebag, it wouldn't have killed him.

[carnivorously]

There's no doubt about that. He's likely taken about a hundred lives himself for pure enjoyment.

[And somehow went in public and got away with it. He's amazed, to be honest. Most people can't do that.]

To be fair, I'm no better. My crime coefficient is in the 200s despite never having committed a crime. So I'm a latent criminal as a result.

[yourpiecenow]

What? How the fuck does that work out?

[carnivorously]

Ever read 1984 by George Orwell?

[It's a really fucking old book by his time, so maybe she's heard of it.]

[yourpiecenow]

I saw the movie.

[bitch does she LOOK like she reads]

[carnivorously]

[0/10, not his type.

He sighs.]

Do you remember it mentioning 'thoughtcrime'?

[Well, if she says 'no' at least he has a good starter.]

[yourpiecenow]

... They count you just thinking about bad shit? That's fucking bullshit.

[carnivorously]

Yes. A subordinate of mine was murdered brutally, and all I could think about was finding the guy that did it and allow him to meet the same fate and didn't do anything to try to redirect my thinking. Been marked a latent criminal ever since.

[yourpiecenow]

... Wow.

You're basically RoboCop.

[carnivorously]

Actually that might be a good comparison, except I'm no part cyborg, and our crime rate really isn't that high.

[At least until Makishima showed up and fucked everything up.]

[yourpiecenow]

Man. Your world is really fucked up. [and when an ahs is telling you this]

... Maybe you should just carry around a knife. I won't judge.

[carnivorously]

That's the plan, especially if someone decides they want to go after me.

[Though he imagines someone desperate enough would likely go after the weaker targets, one never knows.]