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

[journalname]

Goodness! Are you alright?

[Asgore rushes over once he has both caught sight of the armor on the ground and registered that there is, in fact, someone inside it.]

[yourpiecenow]

Oh, yeah, totally fine. This is exactly how I planned to spend my day today. Slowly starving to death in a metal tomb.

[journalname]

Here, let me lift you back up...

[He probably can do it! Though he will be careful to find a good place to grip, first; he does not want to drop her.]

[yourpiecenow]

[woo the exciting life of returning back to a standing position]

Oh, cool. Thanks, I guess.






Now ram me into the window.

[journalname]

I am not sure that is entirely safe.