Week 3.

[trustfellowship]

WEEK 3 Grace and Doug are dead. It seems that there isn't anything more to do but mourn your losses and try to move forward. The Transmitter's rules still hang in every room, a reminder of the only means of escaping this place. But surely no one else will give into them, right? 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... Once again, however, it seems your efforts won't go unrewarded; another set of corridors have opened up, much in the same fashion as the other new area did last week. With them come new rooms to explore; maybe some of them will be to your liking. Or perhaps it's better to say that hopefully some of them will; after all, if the Transmitter gets her way, you may be here for a very, very long time. PATIENTS REMAINING: 26

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

[cthulwho]

Red Queen? Who is...

[Oh. Nevermind, Lovecraft sees her now.

And he just stares at her, rather uneasily so. After all, a new presence in a place they've been told is pretty well contained is kind of unsettling. But if Asgore's been talking to her, there shouldn't be too much to worry about, right...?]

Um. H-Hello.

[halleberry]

...Like Alice in Wonderland, then.

[ How interesting. But if there's a robot here, it makes sense that an AI would be, as well. ]

Good morning, Red Queen-san. I'm Tsubasa Hanekawa. Pleased to have your acquaintance.

[halleberry]

Ah, good afternoon, Lovecraft-san.

[ It is indeed a cat! A pretty decent-looking one, too. It's coming together quite nicely, for an amateur's work. Still, she turns to look in his direction with a smile.

She definitely seems normal. ]

Have you been well?

[doctorize]

I could say the same, honestly. So... don't do anything stupid here either, or else I might actually get mad about it.

[Which might be why his tone sort of goes from teasing to oddly sincere as he pokes Kogami in the arm to punctuate his words with.

"Don't die on us" isn't said, but it's sure as hell implied.]

[enhancements]

My intended purpose is to assist in serving the interests of the Umbrella Corporation, as well as to preserve human life.

It has been determined that desiring to preserve the lives of sufficiently sentient non-humans presents no conflict with this purpose.

[...So basically she's cool with you guys until she has a reason to not be cool with you guys.]

[enhancements]

Hello, Howard Phillips Lovecraft.

[...She is just kind of staring right back, um.]

[enhancements]

Yes, I've seen your profile, along with the profiles of everyone here.

And it's exactly like that - my sister is the White Queen, though she has not been in use for nearly five years.

[enhancements]

Something like that.

[It's going to try to duck out from under her hand at that, though a bit ineffectively. ...Pretty much everything it does is done ineffectively, but you know what, it's doing its best.]

[carnivorously]

I get the feeling seeing you mad wouldn't be a terribly fun thing.

[Just an ever so slight feeling he has.]

Though I'm afraid being reckless is kind of who I am.

[Danger excites him, yet he doesn't want to die. It's funny, isn't it?]

[enhancements]

Yes, exactly.

[She is. Good job, Rin.]

She seems insistent on this not being an experiment, however... I suppose that doesn't rule out this place being used for some sort of paramilitary training at some point, but that still begs the question of how it got from that to what we're doing here.

[carnivorously]

I rather enjoy reading science fiction.

[That might be really ironic to hear to some considering he lives in the science fiction future to them.]

[carnivorously]

[No, it's a perfect way to explain Kogami. He rather prefers to be explained in that way.]

Once I go back? Yeah, you're right. I'm going to find him and I'm going to kill him. I may not have any other option now, lest I want him to go free and continue to do as he wishes.

[carnivorously]

[Competitions are what Kogami is all about, so there's a bit of a smirk that appears on his face.]

Sure, why not? It will probably be a good way to pass the time, anyway.

[And hopefully get Sakura's mind off of everything. That's still the ultimate goal.]

And good practice.

[Well, time to get some bolts for the both of them so they can have their competition.]

How many shots are we firing? Five? Ten?

[carnivorously]

We'll have to do that. Maybe tomorrow or next week.

[Because he's already assuming death is going to happen on Friday.]

[doctorize]

[yeah no, it is not a good idea to piss off Daniel Dickens...]

Being reckless is part of the job I suppose, but I expect you to not intentionally try to get yourself killed here at least.

[imaginex]

Ten is fine.

[She's still uncertain as to why she decided a competition was what this dour mood needed, but she takes the offered bolts without complaint and loads another onto the crossbow.

Shooting it is a different experience now. Her face is clouded with subtle emotion as always, but it's not a result of sadness; the girl almost looks angry, and as if she's trying to bite it back. The bolt still doesn't hit dead center yellow, but the red. Her aim is drastically improving.

Kogami isn't the only competitive person in the room.]

[aspiringly]

[God, Mikoto, why don't you just piss all over that canvas too while you're at it. Go all the way with your defilement - don't just stop in the middle like that!!

But alright, he'll stand here and let Mikoto finish his masterpiece. ...Why couldn't this be done while the cardboard is on an easel, anyways? The world may never know, because McGillis doesn't think to ask after seeing what's been painted over that lonely white landscape.

...

Well okay then.]

Is that all you wanted to do?

[preciousking]

[ Maybe because he's not into that, unlike Trump!!

"Well okay then" is probably the best reaction there can be. Mikoto doesn't look especially proud of his work, likewise he feels absolutely zero sense of accomplishment. That's... something? Right? Whatever. Now that he's finished his life's work, he (also carelessly) deposits the three items he gathered onto a nearby table. ]

Yeah.

[ossifragant]

Homunculi are born from attempts to raise the dead. That's how.

[ossifragant]

Probably not, no.

[It's said straightforwardly.]

[ossifragant]

I don't know, I don't remember much about him.

But I'd imagine so.

[ossifragant]

But we're alone her, when it comes to those who would understand our worlds.

[ossifragant]

Oh, do they? That's pretty interesting, I guess. So not all of us are loners here.

[ossifragant]

...I see. That's good to know.

[Don't piss off the creepy little girl, got it.]

[heritrix]

[She sighs and holds the door the rest of the way open for him. Come on in, Greed.]