Trustfell 5: A Good Day to Trust Fall (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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trustfelled2017-06-05 11:51 am
trustfellowship) wrote in trustfelled2017-06-05 11:51 am
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.) |
MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[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!]
kitchen
[She's wandered in for a snack, and doesn't exactly expect to see him in here.]
Are you looking for something specific? There are candies up in one of the shelves.
[Are you here to steal a knife, because pretty much everyone's done that-]
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...Nothing in particular.
[He should. Probably clarify before she tries to actually shove candies on him or something- ]
I'm taking inventory, that's all. Seeing what's here and what isn't.
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[Wesker do you want to hear about every damn spice we have at our disposal-]
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So are you - no, you're from sometime beyond 2003, surely you've seen these sorts of things before- ]
...I've been keeping track of both. Are you not...really accustomed to this, or...?
[he. he tried.]
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[Don't worry, she's not from whatever stone age Greed came from. She's just poor.]
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[...girl you are so fucking impressed with this thirty-dollar steak that you don't care that this room is surrounded by Everything Trying To Kill Us (Including The Floor). that would probably be concerning if he had it in him to be concerned about anyone?]
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[Holy damn, this entire place is so unsanitary. Here's hoping someone doesn't literally die of tetanus.]
But I'm still counting my blessings. We could've been left with one working spot on the stove, a couple of pots, and nothing but rice and soy sauce.
[That was a strangely specific example.]
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like does it count if he just watches someone accidentally infect themselves horribly and does nothing or does he actually have to shove them facefirst down onto the floor
this is important]
...Is that what you're used to? All of that.
[Because that was bizarrely specific, and apparently poor people exist.]
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[Maybe she's not as poor as she-]
We've got eggs, too, and more sauce options. Half of the stove works, and we have a really nice pot. Sometimes we can scrape together enough for some other things.
[Nope, nevermind.]
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I...can't imagine.
[what the fuck do you say to that. "sorry"? "holy shit how do you live like that"?]
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[This is absolutely not helping his picture of the porn idol thing.]
What about you, Wesker? What's your kitchen like? What do you like to eat?
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I live on-site, wherever I'm assigned at the moment. So I'm used to things like this, just personal and less communal - it's provided by the corporation.
[...]
I'm not...particular, regarding what I eat, though.
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[She is absolutely picturing him having an entire fucking turkey to himself every night for dinner.]
Still, you really don't have any preferences at all?
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In that case, let me cook for you. I'll find something that you love!
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That's not...no. That isn't going to be necessary.
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[Shit, it's not like she isn't already making enough food to cover for the chunk of people that absolutely can't cook.]
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[You're going to insist anyway, aren't you.]
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[Do you humor the stupid butt girl y/n]
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...If it pleases you, I won't argue for the time being.
[Maybe she'll manage to provide something he's actually interested in, who knows.]