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

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[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

[doctorize]

[Ahaha--]

Yes, that would have been terrible. Thank goodness that we have not had to do so here.

[crywiththesaints]

I'm sure it might work, but it would be disgusting, and someone would have to know what they were doing.

[enhancements]

At the very least, it seems like tempting fate.

[This is going to go so poorly one day, Asgore.]

I've no intention of using it, however. I plan on keeping it, but actually killing anyone doesn't interest me.

[journalname]

[Well you know, you could have phrased that a bit more strongly. But the sentiment is good!]

Under the circumstances, I hope you will understand that I do not wish to give lessons in the use of a trident. I believe that you do not mean to harm anyone with it, but I would never teach with a sharpened weapon to begin with. There is not a lot of room for error.

[enhancements]

...I wouldn't ask you to right now, even if you were offering.

[It's...awkward, but it's blunt.]

The incentive offered this week is a difficult one for me. I don't intend to take her up on it, but there's no sense in tempting myself, either.

[journalname]

[That's...okay, that could have been phrased a lot better, but Asgore's come to accept that as just How Wesker Talks.]

I see. Yes, that is probably wise. [And, you know, he doubts this will pan out, but:] I hope you know that I am available, if you wish to talk about it. I would not share anything private with anyone.

[enhancements]

[He gives Asgore a bit of an odd look at that - as though no, he...didn't know that, even though he suspects he should have.]

...I appreciate the gesture, but I can't. Not about this.

[journalname]

Of course.

[He nods, unsurprised. Still, he's glad he said it all the same, especially after that look.]

It is only natural that we all have our secrets. And we cannot all be as willing to share them as Mr. Ace. [It's a little humorous, but nothing against George. After all, you didn't see Asgore reading off his card either.]

[enhancements]

[...Bless George's heart, seriously.]

...For what it's worth, you're probably the only person I would actually consider telling certain things.

Perhaps someday.

[cadmiums]

Maybe. [ Hey he's not ashamed of being a flirt. Or kind of former flirt as it were.]

Ah no, we don't receive tips in Japan.

[cadmiums]

The Great Wall, The Colloseum, Machu...something. There's a lot!

[cadmiums]

I'd like to take credit for the last part!

[cadmiums]

[ He's quiet for a few moments before he replies. ]

I don't think I could ever feel that way.

[cadmiums]

[...]

I hope you have your freedom, even after all of this.

[cadmiums]

I really hope so.

[cadmiums]

Shadows... [ There's something about that word he clearly doesn't like, but he can't place it. Better to move on.]

Ah, you were saying you would explain by stealing the source of corruption?

[cthulwho]

No one is going to have to rescue me from the pool. I will be fine.

[He seems...pretty confident about it. Sorry McGillis, he would rather Not.]

[cthulwho]

[Don't judge him!!]

Mm. Maybe I should go take a look... It would be nice to have the chlorine out of my eyes.

[And sure enough, he's going to climb straight out of the deep end, having little trouble doing so despite his clothing being fucking soaked all the way through. He's dripping everywhere, this is gonna be such a slipping hazard.]

[ossifragant]

That would make sense that you would need to guard your identity as a mage, then-- the more people that know of it, the quicker that well is going to evaporate entirely.

[That being said he would still prefer that she not kill anyone.]

I can't exactly blame you guys for your level of secrecy.

[cthulwho]

I see... It sounds interesting, at the very least. I would like to try it once we are released from whatever is holding our abilities back...

[ossifragant]

I see.

Sounds like they do some good, then.

[Never mind that she looks pretty unsettling.]

[cthulwho]

That does sound like mystery... It is something of a similar mystery for myself. We were in the middle of detaining some people I have never seen before. [He mercifully leaves out the part that confused the shit out of Krauser for now.] But then this week I had a dream about receiving a mission. Maybe this happened during that mission...but it is difficult to tell.

[ossifragant]

Yeah, that would make sense.

Wonder why she doesn't like water.

[trustfellowship]

[They're actually just soft things that can be used to make barricades, not anything heavy-duty or steel!

There isn't anything off about them, though.]

[cthulwho]

[That's so interesting. Like it never happened...

He examines the cat sculpture as they talk. It's pretty cute.]

I'm...fine.

[It's said half-heartedly, like he isn't fully committed to that answer.]

...Yourself?