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

[journalname]

Mmmm. It is a common thread in our conversations.

[preciousking]

[ Mikoto will physically join the party and listen in, but that might be the most anyone can expect for him. And, hey, it's better than last week when he didn't show up at all. Progress!

He takes a seat so he can silently observe whatever's happening. ]

[journalname]

[Asgore just watches George drink the tea, smiles, and says nothing. You're drinking it, bud.]

[carnivorously]

Is there something you wish to tell the class?

[heritrix]

[Good deduction there, man. You, she likes you.]

Whatever it is, I think I can safely confirm the Risen themselves are nowhere on the premises. They may be nearby, but it's unlikely they're in the building.

[And if that's wrong, then they're just lazy as fuck.]

[imaginex]

It has more kickback than a bow... I admit I didn't account for that.

[Lord, she almost sounds snooty when she ways it.]

But you don't need the same amount of arm strength with this. The targeted muscle groups are different, too.

[imaginex]

Would you like to shoot with me for a while?

[imaginex]

Not really... I suppose just nervousness.

And with everything that's happened, the silence is almost too loud. [Like the room is holding its breath]

[georgeous]

I wonder what the exact reason is that they speak through her... literal mouth....

It might just be a matter of security to not even let us hear even their distorted voices... or it's a sign that we're so remote that wireless transmissions would not reach us. While telepathy does, evidently.

[imaginex]

[Oh George. There will always be at least one person Sakura wants gone more than you at all times.

Though this time she stops in the middle of her set, glancing over to the man still watching him]

Would you like to try? [Has he ever shot an arrow before, she wonders.]

The crossbows are likely easier since all you have to do is aim.

[imaginex]

[That smile breaks her heart a little]

... You must be a wonderful father.

[imaginex]

Aaaah I see.

You and Transmitter-san are on good terms, mm?

[She smiles, even though she is always low-key worried about Ryoji "dating" one of their captors]

[dangerousfool]

[Even though Wheatley's elation about not being in the facility anymore is starting to diminish due to all the death and still being trapped somewhere, there's something about Asgore's words that makes him feel kinda fuzzy inside. Somehow. Emotions in machines is a complicated concept]

Wow, mate, that's--thank you. I don't know what to say. Thanks.

You know, I want to hear more about you and your world. Are all monsters like you? All white and large and fuzzy?

[heritrix]

Do you have examples?

[georgeous]

You're really serious about this, aren't you...?

[ He's so incredulous that it's hard to even be mad. ]

How do you justify what she's part of to yourself?

[heritrix]

No, I think it's more than that. Even their pet is capable of it on some level.

[georgeous]

Oh, I wasn't doubting that.

It's an honestly unfortunate situation... we don't have any one among us who themselves one possessed telepathic abilities, do we? We'd direly need the active frame of reference.

[preciousking]

[ Eventually he's going to try to take that broom. Eventually. But until that time comes he's going to sound irritable and grumpy.

Surely that will teach her. ] What now?

[cadmiums]

[ You know, somehow George is only the second person to ask this. He'll let the first question go unanswered but--]

I don't think it's fair to judge her without knowing everything. And... [ There is an "and" here, but it's complicated and something he's not fully sharing here.] I like talking with her, and she likes talking with me.

[barehands]

So... I guess that means she's somewhere physically in this hospital, huh?

[cadmiums]

[ He's been a little somber himself (but nothing like most of them), but this gets him to smile.]

Ah, I'm glad she did.

[journalname]

[Shrug]

Nearly any question about our situation, really. There are ways that this can end, aside from...Rule Seven...but she could not give me any more details about them. Nor about what their end goal is.

[enhancements]

...I didn't. I'm disinterested in sharing with the rest of you, but I've kept mine.

[heritrix]

[Rin shakes her head.]

Nothing on that level...

[For her at least.]

[barehands]

They sound nice! Is it kind of like a sauna?