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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[carnivorously]

It's ground beef. Normally, it would look like a regular muscle, however, it has it's uses like this.

[So it can make his favorite food, kk. In any case, he'll take the now done patty and put it on a plate.]

And yes, we do. It's the only way our economy and people can survive while isolated from the rest of the world.

[imaginex]

[No, it's not surprising, though she glances at the ammunition lined up behind them with a wary stare]

I see...

I suppose the shooting gallery won't be of much use to you, then.

[nachetanya]

I'm not sure you can call that "righteous," though. In order for a villain to be that assuredly correct, that would have to mean that someone or someones approve of their actions, or that their actions.. or no, that's too reductive.. That their goals and what the ends will be are the right path to take. To have someone be misguided I don't think is quite the same thing.

[carnivorously]

[Well, it is a signature smell he has on him, fortunately, or unfortunately.]

Is it due to the pain or is that what your sleeping schedule is like, generally?

[He's going to move closer to see what she's painting. For the moment, he's not really sure, but that does sure look morbid.]

[nachetanya]

... Why? If you can grow that grain, surely that means your soil's fertile.

[ FANTASY MEXICO MAN. ]

[carnivorously]

Not without a weapon I can use, no.

[He sure as hell would be using it if he had a gun, though.]

[heritrix]

[...she does glance at him then, with an expression that's as inquisitive as it is statuesque.]

I'm not certain there's a student in the school who doesn't know me, come to think of it. Some of them also exaggerate like that.

[carnivorously]

There are people who side with the villain, who think they are doing the right thing. It's the same with the hero.

[There's a beat.]

Who the hero is and who the villain is-- it depends on whose point of view the story is being told from.

[imaginex]

[H-hahaha, weapon.

Whelp she's just gonna slide right over that, fidgeting slightly.]

It might be better like this. I don't know what would happen if guns were available like the bows are.

[heritrix]

[At least it's a very nice boob. And you'd think because of that it would be distracting there, but Rin's eyes are firmly on the painting, attempting to describe an emotion she had a taste of but could not comprehend.]

A battlefield that never ends.

[carnivorously]

There's a lack of land. Japan is crowded, so we can't have farmland, and there's hardly any wild animals.

[So there you have it, while Kogami finishes preparing his food buy putting some condiments on a bun.]

[barehands]

Oh, please don't apologize! But... Maybe you should lay down for a while?

[nachetanya]

Does that mean that nothing can arbitrate those? The weight of history, or the future, perhaps? OR in your society's case, I suppose that would be Sibyl.

[imaginex]

[And tempt fate with another "dream" again?

No, Sakura thinks not]

I don't think I'd sleep even if I did lay down.

[nachetanya]

Ah.

[ Never ends, huh. She frowns, and once more her hand goes out to nearly touch, stops, and then exhales. ]

Is that even possible?

[carnivorously]

[He studies her for a bit. She's a little harder to read than Sakura...]

So would you say you're idolized, then?

[If it sounds like he's trying not to laugh, that would be correct.]

[heritrix]

It's what it is generally. It comes back to bite me when school rolls around in the mornings, but I've always been a night owl.

[...She senses him there, but she doesn't say anything about the painting. Just plans out potential responses if they're necessary.]

[nachetanya]

[ A lack of land... ah, that would make sense, wouldn't it?

... She'll ask Tsubasa about this all later. She's from Japan too, right? She sort of makes room for Kogami to do what he need to do, but also goes back to get herself some grapes? Yes, grapes sound nice. ]

How did your people get so isolated, then?

[carnivorously]

Things would become more dangerous. However, with the appearance of ammunition, I have no doubt a firearm will become available to us, soon.

[The first two weeks were just the honeymoon, he thinks. Now they're in for probably a bloody mess.]

[barehands]

Have you been having trouble with it for a while? That's no good...

dojo

[preciousking]

[ When he walks into the dojo and sees another person in it, Mikoto freezes in place and stares at them (much like a deer in headlights. If the deer weren't jittery and if it looked like it was about to charge the car for impeding its progress). He's not glaring per se, but given how off-putting his expression typically is Rin would be forgiven for thinking he was.

Since he's got nothing to say because he's terrible, he elects to ignore her (for now, but if she doesn't say something he will eventually) and lays down in the middle of the room. 'Cause apparently he doesn't care how it looks or that someone's trying to clean the place up. ]

[carnivorously]

Sibyl wouldn't decide for someone to become a hero or a villain if only because that would impede on society's happiness. After all, Sibyl's main function is to chose the path of least choice and greatest happiness.

[Which, given by the fact that someone like Kogami exists, probably is telling it's a really fucked up system.]

[nachetanya]

A "hero" impedes the happiness of society? Wouldn't a hero rather be someone who protects it, saves it?

[imaginex]

[Wonderful, a blood-spilt free for all]

... Yes, it's likely.

[Though she sounds almost unmoved by the fact today. After a pause]

I wouldn't be surprised if one comes through the vending machine.

[heritrix]

There you go making weird faces again.

[She makes a little 'heh' sound, and cocks her head.]

I have a terrible personality, but I don't show that at school. You might not believe it, but I really am the school idol.