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]

That is a severe word to use.

[Just pointing that out. Truthfully, he agrees more than he disagrees, but it's still odd to hear it coming from Rin.]

[ossifragant]

It's hard to tell where we are, what with the fog and snow, but maybe that's the case here. It might explain the strange assortment of rooms.

kitchen

[ossifragant]

[Greed laughs in a way that indicates he's not sure how to take the greeting.]

Ah, tea, I guess?

internal foyer

[cthulwho]

[After having some back and forth with Wesker during the trial, Lovecraft decides to approach the man in the foyer this evening. There are a few people he hasn't properly spoken to yet, and he's doing his best to fix that. ...Being social is Difficult.

He silently watches Wesker do his thing with the tape for a little bit before saying anything.]

Is that a result of a dream?

[It's interesting. The whole duct tape over profile information thing is, really. But he just didn't expect many people to cover up a dislike.]

[armamenta]

It seems strange given what I remembered after waking up here. I'm sure there's an explanation, but I don't have it yet.

[Until then it's just going to be sort of frustrating.]

[heritrix]

[Rin reads Wekser's profile, picking at the archives in her brain to recall the word used to be under that tape.]

It was a girl's name there before, wasn't it? Alexis, or Al— Ohhh.

[Hand flying to her mouth, her attention is on the man himself again, eyes sparkling with a devilish gleam.]

It was that kind of good night, hm~?

kitchen

[cthulwho]

[While Lovecraft's original intention for coming into the kitchen was to hunt down some more of those fancy candies, the offer of french toast is too good to pass up!]

Oh... Yes, please. [...] To the french toast, I mean.

[It's also a little exciting to try more of Asgore's food. It's not everyday that you get served food cooked by a cool monster goat.]

kitchen

[ossifragant]

I've never heard of French toast before.

[He sounds curious.]

I'd like to try it.

[heritrix]

Which one? [She used several. But it's probably—] Anathema?

pool

[cthulwho]

[Lovecraft's bobbing around nearby when he catches Ryoji's musing. He'll float a little closer to the shallow end.]

An onsen is...a type of hot spring, isn't it? I suppose that would be nice.

[cthulwho]

[Whoops, he should've been more specific.]

Yes, that. It just...surprised me to hear it, I suppose.

[ossifragant]

No idea.

[He rubs at the back of his head.]

Maybe someone was a really bad shot with one of the crossbows.

[heritrix]

That's true.

[Agreeing to that softly, she returns to watching Sakura the archers at work, but somehow her gaze seems far away.]

You're not going to join them? I thought you'd love this sort thing.

[Maybe not with a bow, but he is a detective, so a projectile weapon seems more like his style. Plus these are actual weapons they have now, as opposed to the steak knives.]

[nachetanya]

You'd think the marks would be more precise with that...

[ probably? Maybe? She keeps fiddling with the bullet, walking over to look more at what he's looking at ]

[dangerousfool]

I have been...thinking about something...but it's nothing, forget that.

[The whole thing with the Risen and the Transmitter is something he doesn't fully understand, so he has been trying to equate it to something he's more familiar with. It's...not a pretty thing]

Then everyone in this world is of the same species than her. She could be anything. A human, a goat like Asgore...maybe even a human goat. No, forget that last one, that'd be unnerving.

Outer Foyer

[nachetanya]

So many people play here, it's really sort of amazing.

[ She says as she comes into the room, today in the ripped jeans she got from the vending machine overtop of ... a swimsuit. The one piece black one, just with jeans over the whole lower body thing. Weird.

Oh well. ]

Kitchen

[nachetanya]

I don't know if I've ever tried coffee before!

[ the princess smiles, answering without missing a beat. She's got on her swimsuit! ... With the ripped jeans she got from the vending machine on over the lower half! Hey, Nozomi pulls it off, she can pull it off with a black one piece maybe. ]

[ossifragant]

Maybe. The damage sure is weird. It doesn't look like there's anything like it in any other room we've seen, does it?

[nachetanya]

Not especially. I've never had to prepare food much before.

[ A beat: ] Well, other than rations, jerky, or making things over a fire, but that's quite different.

[heritrix]

Actually, no. Everyone was excited about the pool today, it seems, and girls always use more towels than boys do.

[She rests on her feet for a moment, pointedly playing with a lock of her long, brown hair. Notably however, it's dry, as is the rest of her. Rin isn't even in a swimsuit.]

Unless they have a short haircut, girls always take two.

[Hence, men's room. Turning away from him again, this time she puts more energy into it as she launches up on her tippy-toes, and manages to get a grasp on the bottom towel in the stack. With a tug, they call come tumbling out into her arms.]

[nachetanya]

Oh would it...? But lemons have a very pleasant flavor.

[ . . . um ]

[nachetanya]

[ She considers, bringing her hand up (she's only got one of course so more using her knuckles with the bullet in her palm) to one o the divots, running it over ]

I'd need to examine things closer, but these don't appear like the sort of damage you'd get from bolts or arrows. At least not consistently.

[dangerousfool]

Oh. I see! I can do that. I don't know how I will, but I'll think of a way, you'll see.

[Anything that happens to the ice cream and to the kitchen during the next few days is your fault, Lovecraft]

Kitchen

[dangerousfool]

[Wheatley immediately recalls something]

I know the owner of the facility I was at used lemons to make explosives. Explosive lemons, to throw in life's face. There's even a recording about it.

[heritrix]

It was the word that fit best for me, is all. Are you a fan of technology, Lovecraft?