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!]

Comments

kitchen

[yourpiecenow]

... You know you can just scrounge off the few people here who actually know how to cook, right? [y'know, like she's been doing when not being a breatharian.]

[arebetter]

Counterpoint: people might think I owe them something for it if they don't offer first.

[yourpiecenow]

And you give a fuck, why...? C'mon, your hair wouldn't be that color if you gave a fuck what anybody thinks.

[arebetter]

No, I don't care about what they think, but I do give a fuck about what I think, and I don't like mooching off people. Makes me feel like I'm seventeen and playing dive bars again.

[yourpiecenow]

Mooching is literally the second greatest thing about fame! I haven't paid for dinner since 2003.

... It's kinda cool to know there's at least one other normal person in this shithole. [normal people = celebrities]

[arebetter]

What's the first? [ A chuckle. ] And what, the goat man isn't super normal?

[yourpiecenow]

Banging hotties.

He actually seems relatively normal. I mean, he's just from some weird magic world and not an Orwellian nightmare. Or whatever the fuck that duck guy is supposed to be.

[arebetter]

Point.

[ She doesn't do it a lot, but hey, it's for sure a perk. ]

He does say howdy. I need to talk to the duck guy, though, he looks like an experience.

[yourpiecenow]

Cowboys say howdy. Maybe goatboys do too.

I super hope nobody knocks him off, honestly. He looks like the guy to go to when my roots start coming in.

[arebetter]

Has he mentioned what D.U.C.K stands for to anyone yet, do you know? Inquiring minds.

[yourpiecenow]

Not as far as I know. Which is just asking for somebody to do it themselves, honestly.

[arebetter]

Guess I have to track him down, because I'm not sure I can go on not knowing what words he mangled into that acronym.

[yourpiecenow]

I have literally no idea what words both start with those letters and are about fighting aliens.

[arebetter]

Defense, maybe? That's one hell of a name for an alien-fighting organization, no matter what.

[yourpiecenow]

If I were an alien, I wouldn't be impressed. Why name yourself after something that can be easily defeated by a storm drain?

[arebetter]

Not even swans, honestly. Swan even has an A for alien, it writes itself.

[yourpiecenow]

Swans are straight-up beasts. I've seen them kill a duck just for swimming near it.

[arebetter]

Old people feed ducks bread, there are warning signs about swans. If you're gonna name your organization after a water bird, the choice seems clear to me.

[yourpiecenow]

Who knows why weird space people make the choices they do. It was probably some intern who made it up as a fuck you to them in the first place.

[arebetter]

Hell, probably. He doesn't look like the kind of guy who treats his interns great.

[yourpiecenow]

He gave them a complicated Space Starbucks order one too many times and they named his crew after something with a corkscrew dick.

[arebetter]

Absolutely. "No, Mr. Ace, there's uh... it's a mythological thing!"

[yourpiecenow]

God bless the space interns.

[arebetter]

A glimmer of joy in this trying time.