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!]

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[protectandselfserve]

[S W I M M I N G...

...

oh, hey.]

Having fun, there, Kogy? I know I am!

[nachetanya]

[ Wow, she smirks at that ]

I'm not a scientist either. Wouldn't it be better for you to do it, if you've worked with them before?

[nachetanya]

So what are you actually making now?

[ Curious!! ]

[gymasstics]

...Since when? I thought they were only the natural enemies of cars and benches.

[georgeous]

Hmph.

[ Despite the noise of distaste, he genuinely considers this for a moment. ]

It depends on what you're looking for in the end. And what kind of purpose you're writing for.

[nachetanya]

[ Okay so honestly? When Tsubasa gets like this, Nachetanya is at once deeply invested in what she has to say and needs to focus in order to process it. To that end, the princess sets down the pen she had in hand and turns to face the other girl more completely. The smile remains on her face, actually growing a little as it does on... ]

Which characters would you say that you appreciate the most? Ah, but I think I know the answer already.

[imaginex]

[... R I G H T .

Big smile. She's going to put a pin in that for later]

Aah, I see. That's very... unique. I've never known anyone who could do something like that.

[But gesturing back to his hair]

And I thought your hair might get tangled since it's so long...

[nachetanya]

Oh, is that how you see it, Kogami?

[ She brings the pen to her lips, not really looking at him, but humming a bit to herself. ]

That almost makes the hero seem perfunctory, though...

[protectandselfserve]

It's completely wonderful! I really should leave Mitsy a nice message thanking her for giving us access the pool.

[nachetanya]

Mmm, I think so as well. To me, that makes the narrative more confused, that the "reader" can't draw on one perspective as the most ideal one.

[ But from the way she says it, with her little smile - she's considered Tsubasa's pov a lot ]

[halleberry]

Oh, do you? Now I'd like to hear what you think I like. Was it obvious from me talking about it?

[ She'll tell her if she's right or wrong, of course, but, she can't help but what to hear her opinion-- ]

[nachetanya]

Yes. I assume that you'd tell me that you don't really have a preference, because you've loved all the stories that you've read which are interesting. So there's many different types of characters you accept.

[georgeous]

That's... an interesting equation.

[ But eh, who is he to judge for more food? More food is always good, except when Asgore makes it. He'll indeed move to get himself a plate now. ]

Don't mind if I do in that case. I have to admit I missed oily foods.

[georgeous]

Heroes are the example we should follow, that's right. A guideline you have when you're lost. I haven't relied on such a thing for a long time, of course, but as a child I like stories of dragonslayers and the likes.

[ Congratulations to Nachetanya for getting the quite possibly first mention of his personal life. ]

[crywiththesaints]

[Maybe she's trying out that bodysuit-under-pants trend that was big in the late 80's/early 90's and is trying to come back now.]

I learned a long time ago. There was a time that many people were expected to know how.

[nachetanya]

Ooooh, dragonslayers?

[ She sounds interested in that, eat least! ]

Where I'm from, there isn't a single child in the world who didn't grow up with stories about the Saint of the Single Flower or the previous two generations of Braves.

[crywiththesaints]

That's precisely my--

[She stops, rises from her chair, and goes to look over the dinosaur bone.]

They brought that here?

[halleberry]

It's almost as if you don't even need to keep me around anymore. Am I really that predictable?

But yes, you're right; I have a fondness for characters of all shapes and sizes. Heroes and villains, protagonists and antagonists, morally grey characters, characters dedicated to their causes, characters who find a new cause, objective narrators, unreliable narrators...even flat characters can be engaging, when taken as part of a whole.

[yourpiecenow]

I mean, neither have I. I've never cooked anything more labor intensive than a Pop-Tart. And even that I usually had somebody else do it.

... Smoothies? Do you know what smoothies are?

[nachetanya]

Ah, was there? I'm not sure there was ever a time line that in Piena, so it might be a cultural difference.

[ A little nod though. ]

[nachetanya]

No...?

[ should she???

... What's a pop tart??? ]

[nachetanya]

On the contrary, I can only say that with confidence because I love having you around so much.

[ Her smirk may as well be a wink, honestly. ]

I was planning to write you a story.

[yourpiecenow]

God, all of you are from tragic fucking hellholes...

Smoothies are amazing. You basically just take a whole bunch of shit, throw it in a blender, and blend the fuck out of it until it's basically liquid.

[nachetanya]

[ . . . ]

Could you show me how to make one, this once?

[yourpiecenow]

The same thing I do every night, Pinky. Complain. You'd be surprised how the hours just fly on by when you're doing nothing but bitching and moaning!