Trustfell 5: A Good Day to Trust Fall (
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trustfelled2017-06-05 11:51 am
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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!]
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[...this is why she's thankful she asked, because that. Sounded perfectly fine to her.]
Okay...um, let me try...
[...aaaah, where does she even start? Where does she even start. God, help her, she's just. Kind of fretting while trying to remember her place. ...Try, being the key word, she's. A little frazzled.]
...Um...um...
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[He taps a key on the piano, the one right before she had attempted to find another key that matched "pail of water"]
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Okay...okay, let me try that again!
[Alright, second playthrough! The first verse gets completed, but this time, it starts falling apart around 'and broke his crown'--far too low.]
Was that better?
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[Felicia is determined to get this right, just the once! She can do this--she just has to get it right, juuuust right...
Felicia hums a bit, reminding herself of the tune. And then, she plays.
...It's actually right this time. Felicia's eyes are scrunched shut when she finishes, but she pokes one eye open after a few seconds.]
...And that one?
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[At least he's pretty sure that's what her name was listed as on the profiles?]
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[...she did it? Holy shit, she did it! Felicia can practically feel herself about to burst from excitement--]
That's my name, yes! Your...um, Daniel. Right? Thank you very much for assisting me with this--I wouldn't have been able to do it without your help!
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And there's no need to thank me: I'm sure you would have figured it out on your own eventually.
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...Though, I really doubt I could have. [Felicia rubs the back of her head, chuckling.] I'm not exactly good at a lot of things...
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Oh, I don't know if I would say "amazing"... I'm just a simple therapist that offers advice...