Trustfell 5: A Good Day to Trust Fall (
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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? |
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!]
art studio
You're not, like, a real doctor, are you? [GENERALLY...]
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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?
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[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.
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[look of near agony.]
... Thanks.
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[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?
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Hope you weren't sketching anything too important. [no she doesn't she just desperately needs something to say]
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[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?