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

[ossifragant]

We can die.

[He seems content to leave it at that, though.]

[nachetanya]

As a fiend, the shape would be a little variable, but the ones I can picture would look like... horned mosquitoes? Perhaps several centimeters long.

[ And like she said, those would be more visible outside the body and a mosquito's entrance in is a little obvious ]

[crywiththesaints]

Your world sounds earlier on, so it's no wonder. Of course, society back then had its own problems, but killing the planet wasn't one of them.

[heritrix]

[She wrinkles her nose a little, but doesn't have a disparaging comment to share.]

I thought as much. Though now that I've said that, your face is strange.

[imaginex]

You did?

[Oh she is praying someone in this forsaken hospital got a happy memory. Sakura turns to him with her full attention]

Did um... your son make it for you?

[nachetanya]

If anything, that might be more the domain of the Evil God.

[ She says, a little sheepishly. ... Earlier on, huh ]

Do all worlds develop the same way?

[cadmiums]

[ Yeah he won't ever really get that except--]

What are you attracted to then, Yusuke?

[nachetanya]

-But eggs already are liquid-like?!

[heritrix]

[That's because even the rocks were unnerved.]

We're already off to a foreboding start.

[yourpiecenow]

You know you're going to eat this, right? We're not just blending random shit together for shits and gigs. This will be going into our fucking mouths.

[doctorize]

[... this is a terrible idea and danny is the worst person to ask for this but sure, he's in the foyer if you're looking for him i guess?? drinking tea and minding his own business and not thinking about making explosives atm.]

[nachetanya]

How could a hero end up bland?! Aren't they the focus of things?

[ . . . Nachetanya is from fantasy Mexico. Most of their stories are myths and legends where that is the case. ]

[cadmiums]

What do you mean?

[enhancements]

Do you think so?

[...If she's referring to the shooting range, that's probably going to be what keeps him from putting somebody's head through a wall.]

[nachetanya]

I see. I'm sorry for assuming then.

[ She exhales and decides to clarify: ]

Such a power seemed akin to the ability of the Evil God to me, I suppose I related it's immortality.

[dangerousfool]

[Wheatley isn't known for having good ideas, doctor, hah]

Hello! Remember the plans for escaping? I--with my friend here--we developed a new plan, and we need your help:

We're going to make explosive lemons.

[Despite how ridiculous the concept is, Wheatley said it with the utmost seriousness]

[gymasstics]

...Well, why don't you try screaming into the void here? You can yell your heart out, then dramatically fall backwards into the pool without landing on the nasty floor.

[Let's bond through screaming, Madison-]

[nachetanya]

Yes?! ... What would you recommend, then?!

[ GOD okay she'll put the eggs back ]

[imaginex]

[It's at the mention of their shape that Sakura relaxes slightly, nodding with more intrigue]

It's unlikely we'll know unless we had a chance to look inside someone's body... [Hmmm]

Do you know of any side-effects besides not being able to use magic?

Shooting Range

[aspiringly]

You look quite comfortable with that. A hobby of yours?

[McGillis is mostly around to check out the crossbows and the random ammunition lying around, but he'll comment on things anyways.]

[nachetanya]

[ . . . Nachetanya is giggling though. Like a lot. ]

[ossifragant]

Maybe they did. We don't have any real way way of knowing.

[He doesn't sound very optimistic, either.]

[cadmiums]

[ No one saw!]

Oh, they really like tea right? I think I like tea better too, but only by a little bit. There's something about drinking green tea while watching the sun rise...

[yourpiecenow]

Well, we have fruit. What goes with fruit? What do you eat with fruit? [this is educational you don't just give your students the answers.]

[nachetanya]

[ Huh. Nachetanya's eyes shift a little over the girl, but she rocks on her legs, thinking a little. Side-effects... ]

There would be some loss of blood, but probably not enough to be noticed if the fiend had evolved for that purpose. Fiends only need to eat once every ten days or so. Though... I suppose it would leave a trace in their blood, and probably in their brains as well.