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]

Of course.

But homunculi regeneration works differently than everyday alchemy.

Infirmary

[nachetanya]

Are you doing something in particular, or just giving your hands something to do, Wesker?

[ she asks as she comes in here. She's here to get a new set of bandages for her left not quite arm. She might have watched him go at this for a while and the little tic she saw once there. ]

[nachetanya]

How so?

[ ...

Okay putting the bullet more into her palm, she's now reaching out her index finger to touch the array thing there. ]

[ossifragant]

[He doesn't push her away or react to the touch. He looks amused more than anything else.]

Do you know in detail everything your body does, all of its biological functions? I don't know everything.

[enhancements]

There are reasonably few things to do in this place that interest me right now.

[...So yeah, he's just giving himself something to do and apparently that something is "reorganize this room like the most anal person alive."]

[nachetanya]

I see. Well then ignoring interest, have you found anything useful or unexpected in the process?

[ Because that sure is some anal. ]

[nachetanya]

When you put it like that, no, I suppose not. [ She laughs a little sheepishly. ] I hope I didn't seem too nosy, then!

[ Okay, she'll run her finger on one of the little visible things and then pull back her hand ]

[enhancements]

[...you know i'm going to assume that bracket sounded better in your head- ]

Unfortunately not. Nor am I finding anything particularly useful.

[nachetanya]

[ OR WAS THAT WHAT I MEANT no yeah that was a silly mishap ]

Mmm, what would you consider useful right now?

[ Okay, so the bandages are... here. Where's the disinfectant... ]

[cthulwho]

[...It really says something that Wheatley manages to confuse Lovecraft in the way that Lovecraft confuses many of the others here.]

Why would your life be connected to a flashlight...?

[gymasstics]

[...What kind of freakish birds does he even-]

Well, birds tend to fly away from us humans, so if any of them give you any trouble, I'll scare them off. There's nothing to worry about.

[cthulwho]

Rapunzel...?

[That sounds...kind of familiar, but he isn't quite sure.]

[heritrix]

[She clasps her hands behind her back, staring out the window.]

The technical name for them is Dead Apostle. I've not met one myself, but my revered ancestor Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg is among their number.

[enhancements]

I imagine I'll know it when I see it.

[...He is in such a fucking Mood, but at the very least he seems to realize that he's being an unreasonable asshole right now.]

...It's been a long day. I doubt I'm the only one who's found it to be such.

[imaginex]

It's the story of a girl locked in a tower, but because her hair is so long, the prince uses it to climb through her window and see her.

[gymasstics]

-There's no way they don't bathe, right? I mean, no one's smelled too bad, and everyone's hair looks nice...

[Oh god, what if QQ doesn't bathe. What if Asgore doesn't bathe.]

[halleberry]

[ Hitting where it hurts, huh? Tsubasa can't help but be apprehensive as she takes her envelope in her hands; it's true, everyone has something they'd rather not see dragged out into the light. Even she has...well, not quite skeletons in her closet, but, of course, things she would rather not be made public.

But she has to wonder how many people here would go so far as to kill for their secrets, and what kind of secrets are worth killing over. On top of that, to put a deadline on it...

There's no pretense anymore, and hardly any room for optimism. Before the week is out, someone is most definitely going to act on this. It's almost certain, and she's powerless to do anything before it.

She's not sure if that says more about her than it does the situation.

She takes one look at what's written in her envelope, and puts it back, unflinching. She wears that same look of vague disappointment that she bears throughout the trials. ]

... They're accurate. Or, at the very least, mine is.

[cthulwho]

[...]

That sounds uncomfortable for her. I wouldn't want anyone climbing my hair...

[nachetanya]

If anything, I suspect the majority of people are off-balance today.

[ She tuts a little, running her hand down the counter. ]

Most probably destroyed their envelope.

[dangerousfool]

[Yesterday was not a good day, and today doesn't look like it's going to be much better -- at least until Wheatley goes to deal with some of these coins he received. The vending machine pops prizes one after another, Wheatley leaving them aside. Other than the bottle of star sand, he doesn't have any particular interest in them.

At least until this appears. The moment it's out of the capsule, the Frankenturret scurries away, to the wall. Wheatley seems rather cheered up about seeing something...kind of familiar in a place like this]

Hello! You're new, I don't remember seeing a turret-cube like you before at the facility.

[Despite Wheatley's calm and friendly tone, the Frankenturret seems...rather terrified of him, shaking and trembling. The moment someone enters, it runs to hide behing their legs. You wouldn't be scared of this harmless technological abomination, would you?]

[arebetter]

[ Pizzazz winces, but she's very used to loud noise, so these displays kind of don't impress her much. But she is curious what qualifies as a secret here, so she's just going to grab her envelope and...

Ah. She lets out a small laugh of all things, because she's made the executive decision that the Risen don't deserve her anger. ]

Fair enough.

[heritrix]

[That wasn't a question she had prepared herself to be asked; as such it provokes an undeniably honest response from her. Rin looks away in a huff, clasping the tablet to her as she folds her arms around her middle.]

It's somewhat infuriating. I can get by without my magecraft, but if I had access to it for even a few minutes, we'd be long gone from this slaughterhouse masquerading as a hospital.

incinerator

[cadmiums]

Mind if I join you?

[enhancements]

I don't fault them for it.

[He hadn't opened his at the announcement, but yeah.]

[imaginex]

I did always wonder why she was so happy to see him after that... He had a long way to climb, too.

-Not that you're like Rapunzel, of course! I just remember reading that her hair was well-kept despite it being so long, much like yours.