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

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[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

vending machine

[arebetter]

[ Blink blink. ]

They have bras in there? Creepy... hand bras?

incinerator

[arebetter]

[ Man she was just going to burn some crumpled non-motive paper what the heck- ]

That bad, huh?

[barehands]

...But you said you didn't think she would hurt us if she had a choice.

[cadmiums]

Hm, in that case... hazelnut with a drop of cream. [ He starts on the coffee.]

I dont think I'll be as good as your servants back home, but I'll try my best!

[cadmiums]

[ He looks to the stone again, curiously.]

Oh, so it's magical? Does it teleport you places?

[cadmiums]

I can't help it. [ Beam!! He's got it bad.]

[crywiththesaints]

At least they aren't preventing it.

[crywiththesaints]

I suppose you dealt more with face-to-face communication. Messenger birds?

[crywiththesaints]

Ah, Krauser was interested in those too. He's surprisingly knowledgeable in home remedies.

[crywiththesaints]

You're the sort who's interested in the state of the world. I'm sure you'd have a lot to contribute.

[crywiththesaints]

The last culprit didn't see it that way. That wasn't only revenge, but a chance to rid his world of someone dangerous.

[crywiththesaints]

[Sakura just stares and... sighs.]

What is that.

incinerator

[crywiththesaints]

Those envelopes are burning more holes in the captives of this hospital than the other way around.

[carnivorously]

[It’s time for the trip to the vending machine to get his haul and it sure is a very interesting haul indeed. Most importantly, he got another carton of cigarettes, so yes, that is a good thing. Very good, he can manage now like a mostly normal person. But a bottle of tetrodotoxin and a trident. Well then, he’d better keep those on hand, then.

That bottle of tetrodotoxin is actually going in the inside pocket of his blazer. The trident, will go to his room.

Then there's a couple of non-functional guns, a really creepy damn plush, a mask, amongst some other things. But once again, mostly importantly his cigarettes.

This time he’ll take his haul with him back to room 8 and get a pack of cigarettes out of his carton. It’s time to smoke again. Before he goes too far, he’s going to knock at room 16 and see if anyone is home.

Later on, he’ll be in the external foyer, you guessed it, smoking there as he just sits there and looks at the fog outside. It’d be a nice time to have a book, as he realizes he hasn’t read anything in about three weeks now, huh? Though he’s not there too for long before he goes to the internal foyer to study the profiles. He wonders if things are starting to make sense to other people now…]

investigation in the pool + ota

[crywiththesaints]

[Well, that motive was inconvenient. Nothing she can't handle, though. Sakura proceeds this morning to the vending machine, where she'll get all this stuff with a sigh.]

Really, cherry blossoms? This is some kind of divine pun.

[Next, it's off to the pool to look around, because clearly the best place to investigate is the one that looks like it got swapped in from a different building. Sakura will be checking the walls and tile to see if anything's off.

Finally, it's laundry time, since she actually has more clothes now. Sakura's still strangely used to the washboard, given when she says she's from, but hey, when you have to clean your clothes...]

[imaginex]

N-no, I couldn't.

I'm sorry, it's a Japanese thing, you could say...

[journalname]

[Wednesday is starting to become the day when Asgore goes to the vending machine with all of the week's coins, so he does it again today. Most of what he finds is fairly useless, sorted in a box which he'll take back to his room. Anyone who wants any of it can have it! But the Red Scarf gets draped around his shoulders for the moment, and he hesitates over the little round device, turning it over thoughtfully. There's no real indication what its function might be. It clearly does something, though...

Asgore frowns thoughtfully, and presses the button on the Friendly Reminder That We're All Going to Die Down Here.

After whatever that prompts, he can be found in the sewing room. He's made a few little squares over the past week or so, and now it looks like he's trying something more ambitious - a very large pair of pants. It would be nice to have something more casual to wear with his sweater, so that he can dispense with the armor entirely.]

[imaginex]

[That's fine, Ryoji. Do that while Sakura screams internally]

I don't suppose you found out any other foods she likes, yes?

Vending Machine

[journalname]

...I wonder if all the plush animals in there are like that. I got one last week that was a dog with a face full of tentacles.

[Asgore's just passing through, but honestly what is this]

[brushworks]

Yes, it's b-- [ He cuts himself off mid-sentence, shaking his head; the brushwork is masterfully done and it's a near perfect copy of the original, but he shouldn't call it beautiful. After all, it's a soulless fake made for profit. ]

It's a mere forgery. My Sens-- adoptive father made this.

vending machine

[imaginex]

Hello, Shinya-san.

[That oddly perky voice comes from Sakura of all people, who had the same idea as many people today, and had planned on a trip to the vending machine. But first she'll wait patiently behind him until he's finished.]

Were you able to get cigarettes this time?

[God please. This week has already soured, so it'd be nice if one person she liked behaved themselves]

[cthulwho]

[Um.

...

Hm. Lovecraft can't be so sure what exactly went on, so...]

I don't understand. You weren't built to do something specific?

[Like, what's this about a machine having to even apply for a job at the place he was (likely, not sure) built?]

vending machine

[imaginex]

[She's got quite a few coins at her disposal, but rather than spend them all at once and have to haul everything back to her room, the younger Sakura is playing it smart and taking small trips at a time. It's why she's at the vending machine again, tip toeing closer in curiosity.]

Did you get anything nice this time, Kashima-san?

[journalname]

Much of it reminds me of the early days in the Underground. But - I never thought I would say this, but that may have been easier. We may have had no hope of escape, but our enemies had not followed us down, and we were a unified people.

[There was no murder, and no one trying to drive them to it.]

[journalname]

Oh, certainly. Loox are a bit like that - they have arms and legs, and horns, but most of their body is just a very large eye.

[He gestures, miming the shape of a largish ball.]