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

[carnivorously]

They are. That's probably a good thing for them in this setting.

[Especially for Sakura. She's so demure that he worried, but maybe he didn't need to.]

[imaginex]

[H-haha... admitting with a wince:]

I meant competition-wise, honestly.

[She glances at her bow]

I personally don't think bowmanship is good for survival; if someone is coming after you, it might take too long to pull string back, nock the arrow, and take aim. Especially if you're running.

So that's why they're better for hunting.

[heritrix]

If you're asking for my opinion, the pool on its own isn't far-fetched as an option for physical therapy, but the size of it is strange. I wonder if it was always there.

[heritrix]

You mean for self-defense? [She snorts a little.] So long as they're attacked from 10 meters away, I guess.

[halleberry]

...Are those really our only options?

[ As much as she wracks her brain to try and think of another way, there's nothing coming. It could be her headaches blocking her off from thinking about it properly, but, persistent as she is, finding a viable solution to keep someone from murdering is an incredibly difficult task... ]

[carnivorously]

[Survival is the only thing on Kogami's mind, if he's being completely honest.]

No, but if it's you or them and you're able to hide and get a good spot, you'll win with your skill.

[Though she's right. Kogami is the type to bring a knife to a gun fight knowing they would be superior.]

[carnivorously]

Better than nothing, if we're being honest.

[Some of these people can't even hold a knife, so...]

[cadmiums]

[ Today Ryoji can be found by the pool, pretty happy about this addition to Beacon General. He's mostly just fooling around in the shallow end, but he does a few laps before giving up--he really doesn't feel like exercising and he can do that sometime later with Kogami anyway! Later when he's just hanging out in the shallow end:]

I think the only addition this needs is an onsen, wouldn't that be perfect?

[ Later he's in the kitchen brewing coffee. Unlike his other adventures here in the past weeks, he knows exactly what he's doing. He'll greet everyone who enters with a small bow and salutation:]

Welcome honored guest! Would you like some coffee or tea?

[carnivorously]

At this point, they're the only ones presented to us, unless we want to try to see what happens if a rule is broken.

[Though Kogami is pretty sure it's death, just based on the fact that if Rule 7 isn't followed through, then the culprit ends up executed.]

kitchen

[arebetter]

[ Um??? ]

Ssssssure?

[enhancements]

It was a good night last night.

[As though that explains anything at all.]

[enhancements]

We thought so as well.

[He shrugs a bit, though.]

Perhaps it's unfortunate that it's necessary, but we've had to utilize them more times than we'd like to recall.

[enhancements]

Oh, I hate her.

[Jesus, Wesker.]

But she's brought some interesting events into my life, and given that I know how this latest one I remembered worked out in the end I can't be too angry with her.

kitchen

[yourpiecenow]

... I mean, yeah, there's a couple of things. Did you have anything in mind? [also WHAT DID SHE SAY ABOUT EATING THEM....]

[enhancements]

Perhaps that's all it is, then - I'm not unfamiliar with the concept. Sometimes you kill people because they need to get out of the way.

That doesn't mean you can't enjoy doing it, even if you don't hate the person in question.

[...This...is not a particularly sane conversation, is it, um.]

[arebetter]

Hey, we have security when we're at concerts, you guys have... bigger security, because of the risk of lots of cancer. I get it.

[enhancements]

...I haven't quite worked that out yet. The Transmitter is clearly responsible, but I can't say that I know why.

My best guess is that we're all missing something important - possibly the same thing, most likely when we were taken - that she doesn't want us to see. Things like that tend to be a little unpredictable with how much they knock out, memory-wise...

[Mm, but - ]

Though that wouldn't necessarily be the case with you, would it, yours would have to be deliberate.

[...]

I've no idea, then.

kitchen

[preciousking]

What?

[ why is this happening ]

[enhancements]

Fair enough.

How were those concerts of yours going, last you remember?

[imaginex]

[Everyone praising her so casually is going to start feeling addictive; this is no time to look pleased, and she knows it.

So she tries to school her expression (doesn't work) and offers up timidly:]

Only if I kept a bow in my room. I don't think I'd be quick enough to run away.

[As if it matters anyway, her mind whispers. Either you're dead back home, or someone else is.

Sakura's smile drops and her eyes flicker to the side] No... I should leave the bow, here.

art room

[enhancements]

[This is honestly the last place Wesker usually chooses to hang out, given he's possibly the least creatively-inclined person here when it comes to the fine arts. But the fact remains that today here he is, and he seems a bit on a mission to raid the art storage room at the back; it takes him a while to find what he's looking for, but you know what, he'll emerge eventually seeming entirely too pleased with himself because he found both the clear epoxy resin and also knives.

That said, though, he isn't here to ignore Asgore completely, as he almost never is; he'll look over at whatever he's painting for a moment before something seems to click a little.]

...Asriel, wasn't it?

[It follows, as far as he's concerned - Asgore mentioned having a son to get back to, after all, and he's fairly sure that was the name.]

[cthulwho]

I don't think you're supposed to bake it... It's just ice cream in the shape of a cake with frosting.

[That's how he sees it, anyway.]

[cthulwho]

[The statue's fate is the same as the dice's. Though this time, Madison succeeds in getting Lovecraft to really stir into action. It might be a little difficult to fully see what's going on since the water distorts things, but the form below shifts enough that she might see Lovecraft looking straight upward.

He's wondering where the hell this stuff is coming from!]

[ossifragant]

[He stops when he sees Rin, because that's... definitely not quite right, even for someone so far out of his element as Greed. A teenage girl in the men's changing room is definitely really strange. It's probably a good thing that the male swim-suits are so ridiculously old fashioned.

Not that Greed would feel particularly embarrassed.]

....Aren't there enough towels on the ladies' side?

[Let's just. Address whatever the hell is going on quickly.]

kitchen

[torrentialroar]

[ Corrin doesn't it find it add at all, maybe a little from Ryoji, but.... no, it definitely suits him. ]

Are you pretending to be a butler? [ How cute. ]

I'd like some tea, please. Something floral.