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

[dangerousfool]

[Wheatley immediately jumps to the chance of getting someone else to do it]

Great idea, and I know just the right person for it, listen here:

That therapist, Dr. Dickens, knows chemistry. We'll ask him.

[Who better than him?]

[nachetanya]

Ah, Daniel! I think that Mr. Fareed might as well.

[ But okay, so we have to find them.

... to make a lemon bomb. ]

[doctorize]

It's quite alright! I'm honestly impressed that you know how to use one properly, as I've never gotten the chance to see someone performing archery where I live.

[Then again, he spends a lot of time working so he doesn't get out much.]

[yourpiecenow]

Some people pay good money to go to isolated areas and scream into the void. I'm getting all that shit for free every night.

[imaginex]

From what I've heard, the archery community is smaller compared to other sports. [it makes sense to her that he hasn't seen anyone do it if he isn't practicing, or isn't in school]

It's not as interesting to watch, I admit, and there's not the same kind of fame associated with it, like compared to football.

[imaginex]

Thank you... though I should probably admit I'm not the best student.

[not a bad one, per se, as Sakura's mind is quite sharp. She just never bothered to apply herself. It was never important]

Sometimes I get a little lazy and don't push myself like I should. I get through my classes without thinking too hard.

[aspiringly]

My natural assumption would be that leaving it in the dining room or the kitchen would be acceptable.

[But it's not like he's here to nag Wheatley about where he puts his cakes, so eh.]

I suppose it does. Are you planning to bake one every week?

[brushworks]

I care about the artistic aesthetic of the female form. I don't see it as an object of attraction.

[ yusuke only cares about art, bro. except when he's looking at the girls during animated cutscenes. ]

[imaginex]

Aa.

So you think the parasites are inside us.

[crywiththesaints]

Nothing so magical as that. It's industrialization. Pollution, overdevelopment, clearcutting, and climate change. Any post-industrial society will deal with these problems, mundane included.

[dangerousfool]

If needed we can get both of them, for twice the lemony firepower.

[And without waiting for a reply, Wheatley hurries out, to look for Daniel or McGillis. This has the potential to be great]

[nachetanya]

I can't discount the possibility, no. The ones I know of would be visible outside the body, but...

[nachetanya]

I don't actually know what any of that is, honestly.

[ She... feels a little dense, but oh well. ]

[yourpiecenow]

-- What? What the fuck, not eggs! Why would you pick eggs?

[angrily critiques all of your choices while offering none of her own]

[aspiringly]

[Hrm. Well, it's nice to know that he's not dead, but it's not reassuring that he's not moving and just staying there. McGillis is tempted to just leave him be, but then again.

...Sigh.]

Is there a reason why you're down there like that?

[Not that he expects to be heard but you know. Maybe it'll generate some response??]

[imaginex]

[If she doesn't keep talking, Sakura's afraid she's going to walk out of the archery room without another word.

So talk she does]

Do you know what they look like, by any chance? Or how they get inside the body?

internal foyer

[protectandselfserve]

[...he actually answers pretty quickly.]

Well, it's personality for both! I don't understand why people keep on writing bland heroes who are the most straightforward person in the work, after all. You don't get that problem as often with the villains.

[journalname]

Indeed...

[yeah that sure was. a thing that happened.]

I still do think it is a good idea. For...more reasons than one. [That one being "so that we're more prepared for the next murder trial." Asgore would like to believe there won't be a next one.]

[nachetanya]

Very well, let's.

[ She's going to fold her arm behind her back and...

They're off. ]

[journalname]

I know you were! But it is not a bad thought, in truth. There are several of us who are not familiar with electricity. Though, I do not think I would cover all the outlets - some simple explanatory signs would suffice.

kitchen

[yourpiecenow]

... I just wanted some chips? [why is everyone here such a fucking weirdo]

[ossifragant]

Because I get the feeling the punishment for rule-breaking is death. I really don't think it's worth it.

[heritrix]

Provided it isn't there to cover up for something more gruesome than this room.

[yourpiecenow]

... You know, honestly? Now that I think about it, I could name, like. Five people here that could use a sign. [loudly thinking nozomi's name]

[journalname]

That does seem to be the case...

[From the way he sobers, it seems like he got the unspoken connection just fine.

But they don't need to talk about that.]

Oh, but I was looking for you! I wanted to thank you again for returning that sweater to me - I have remembered where it came from, now!