Week 2.

[trustfellowship]

WEEK 2 With the deaths of Felicia and Arietta, a new week dawns. Regardless of how you felt about their deaths, one fact remains: you have a better understanding of the stakes, as well as the Transmitter's rules. Fortunate, really, given that you're still bound by them. Saturday is given to regrouping and rest; the static blares out early on Sunday, but at least there are no bodies to find today - it seems you're safe for now. The night before wasn't necessarily a peaceful one, however; you'll probably feel a bit groggy when you wake up, and it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost... However, it seems that isn't your only "reward" for making it through the week; it seems that doors have opened in the hallway across from the communal areas you'd had already, revealing a few corridors in a new section of the building. Were those doors there before today? Maybe they were, maybe they weren't. But the fact of the matter is, they're there now. Consider it another way to make your stay here more acceptable; after all, the Transmitter doesn't want you to leave, remember? PATIENTS REMAINING: 28

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week two 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

art studio

[yourpiecenow]

["wow, your fetish is super obvious," she has to almost physically restrain herself from saying as she sits across from him. because generally you only pick up the casual insults after asking a person a favor.]

You're not, like, a real doctor, are you? [GENERALLY...]

[doctorize]

[Hello to you too, Madison.]

My primary field is therapy, but I did go to medical school after all, so I'm pretty sure that still makes me a real doctor. At least as far as knowing how to treat and examine most injuries.

[He then looks up from his sketch here.]

Why do you ask?

[yourpiecenow]

I'm not gonna, like, show you a gross abscess or something. Like people always do at parties when they learn a doctor of any kind is there.

[she pauses, her expression one of someone who really really doesn't wanna fucking do this.]

... I have a heart murmur. Except, I might not right now? And I don't have the stuff I usually check it with. So, like. [waves vaguely] I don't know what to do now.

[doctorize]

Ah, I see... in that case, I would suggest that we go to the infirmary here and see if I can detect it with one of the stethoscopes they keep there.

[yourpiecenow]

Okay. Cool.

[look of near agony.]

... Thanks.

[doctorize]

You're welcome.

[And now he's picking up his unfinished sketch and the others, organizing them into a neat stack as he stands up.]

Shall we go and take care of this matter now?

[yourpiecenow]

[she nods and well off we fuckin go right]

Hope you weren't sketching anything too important. [no she doesn't she just desperately needs something to say]

[doctorize]

Not really. Just something to kill time here.

[But this is more important, so off we go to the infirmary!]

How are you feeling right now? Have you been having any headaches or shortness of breath?