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

[halleberry]

...I just tried not to let it drag me down, is all. People here have far worse things to worry about than migraines, after all. And in a place like this, I can't simply refrain from pulling my weight.

[ Dislikes: showing weakness ]

But you're right, Rin-san. I should take care of myself.

1/2

[imaginex]

[Sakura's contributions once the verdict have been made are few - because she's sitting numb and staring at the floor between her shoes, speechless. She doesn't understand how Rin sounds so calm--

Of course she would be, Senpai is guaranteed to be alive in her dimension

Everything she'd hoped for until now, all those silent wishes in the dark that were pipe dreams from the start--

Is there even anything between us now? She has no reason to care. Rose-san has more meaning than me

There's no comfort to pull from the events of another dimension; all she'll get to hear is how much better off Senpai is without her influence--]

[imaginex]

I understand.

D-do you... want to retract our alliance?

[She's pathetic, and there's misery in her voice, one of her hands gripped against the opposite elbow. The girl is trying to brace for what she sees as the logical conclusion. They are not from the same dimension, so her use to Rin must be limited.

And if there was ever something shared between them, it's been severed]

[imaginex]

[A pinched smile - because she agrees]

Even still, this was a clever idea. I'm surprised no one else thought to try it.

[heritrix]

I already was before this, wasn't I?

[It's not as harsh as it sounds. She's not talking about this revelation.]

By announcing that I intend to kill someone Friday if we're still in this place, I've already betrayed you.

[Folding her arms, Rin looks Sakura up and down. Just once. Then she has to look away. From another dimension or not, they look the same... But really. How would she know?

She knows Sakura so little, for two weeks she couldn't tell one apart from the other.]

...But that's not official until Friday, it it becomes relevant then. [She says, brushing her hair back.] The decision is therefore up to you.

[cadmiums]

Oh, no it's not like that. [...] I just met him recently when I transferred schools.

[cadmiums]

[ There's no flaw in the plan, it's an illusion.]

Ahh, me too. It would be nice to see the sun rise and set again...

[cadmiums]

Not at all! The girls treat me really well, actually~

[cadmiums]

I was just curious, I haven't heard you talk about it.

[cadmiums]

[ Nod.]

Seeing the other Wonders of the world would be great too.

[imaginex]

Like the pyramids, right? -- And, um...

I can't really remember the other ones, I admit.

[imaginex]

[She's grateful enough when the subject is dropped. This is just One of Those Things apparently]

-- Oh, but don't let me keep you if you'd rather go... nap... [Underwater... she's still going to roll with it]

I was worried when you were underwater for that long, but if it doesn't hurt you, it must be okay.

[journalname]

One of my people could do something like this with magic, but in a very small area and only for a short while. In theory, many monsters working together and in shifts could maybe do something like this.

But that seems extremely unlikely. I think that it is probably something from a world none of us are familiar with.

[journalname]

Of course.

[He's just. Making sure!]

It worries me that things like this are coming out so often, that is all. Even if we do not seem to need them for murders to occur, it...seems as though it might be easier, with a real weapon.

[enhancements]

There was a facility owned by the Umbrella Corporation that could have created an effect like this, but it was recently completely destroyed. As such, this is no longer in the realm of possibilities when it comes to things they can do.

Another place entirely seems far more likely.

[journalname]

Yes, clearly they would not mind that much. We should try it! The worst that can happen is that it does not open.

[journalname]

It does, does it not...? I am used to being quite busy with one thing or another. Even a kingdom as small as mine takes quite a bit of work to run.

[journalname]

I hope that her hand can still be stayed. It would...not be so difficult to restrain her, if it truly came to that.

[journalname]

Yes, I think so. Why did the Umbrella Corporation have a thing to do this?

[He supposes there must be some practical applications, aside from obscuring a window, but? Anyway, there's not much else here, let's head back into the hall and across the way, first.]

This section opened up after...after the first murder. These doors were not here to begin with, I think, unless they were somehow concealed.

[yourpiecenow]

Most people would have chips.

[yourpiecenow]

Yay. My parents would be so proud.

[slight pause] Hey, so. You remember when I took those videos of you, right? [WHY IS IT PLURAL.....]

[yourpiecenow]

Not everybody gets the privilege of good choices. Sometimes you only have the rock and the hard place.

[yourpiecenow]

It's only a matter of time. Somebody's gonna try to be an overachiever.

[yourpiecenow]

Because they think you're cute, right? I bet your flirt with the ugly ones to get better tips.

[nachetanya]

I'm not... sure what those are.