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

[journalname]

You do not have to earn something like that. It is a given. And none of you have done anything to harm me.

[The murderers may have done...some things wrong...but they are not here now. And still, he feels no enmity for either of them.]

[journalname]

Ah, that makes sense. How clever! I suppose humans must be doing a lot of things like that.

[imaginex]

[Don't worry, Sakura walks around Daniel, reaching out with soft but insistent touches to correct his posture - tucking his arms in, making sure his back is straight, adjusting the position of the arrow. Only once she's satisfied does she stand back with a big smile]

Okay! Go ahead and shoot.

[journalname]

It is not. There is not enough of that left for more than a cup or two, I'm afraid, certainly not enough for all of us.

[journalname]

You're quite welcome! I am finally used to cooking in this manner, I think - with human tools and food. Though I do wish that I could show you all how monster food tastes...

[imaginex]

[Sakura hears the words and tone that pelt her with invisible bullets, causing her to instinctively pull back, hand slipping from Nachetanya's.

So you're saying I'm empty.]

My feelings are-- [Abruptly biting teeth over her lips to keep them still, to keep from babbling too much]

... They come from within. I would do anything to keep Senpai safe. If I could come back from this and protect him, I would.

[That's all she has left to fill her. Her only light and sun. Without that, she's a puppet void of hope]

[journalname]

Of course. As king, my first responsibility must always be to my people...but I know they are in good hands. The best thing for everyone is to focus on returning to them.

[journalname]

If we had no enemy like that, though, we would not have suffered anything when the deadline passed. This one will harm everybody in some way.

[cthulwho]

Oh...

[That calms him somewhat, and lets him clear out the confusion.]

Then I suppose it isn't so bad. [...] The sweets were good as well, so...

[Clearly in the end it would be worth it, is what he's saying.]

Have you been speaking to her, too?

[cthulwho]

[What.

Lovecraft looks at McGillis like that's an even stranger statement than the previous one about him drowning.]

But...this is what I always wear. It makes no difference.

[dangerousfool]

The machine that shoots bullets. Very lethal, not good at holding conversations--turrets.

[dangerousfool]

I'm very lucky. I bet the Transmitter's the one who fixed me. Not only she gave me this body, she also fixed me.

[He didn't die, but he does remember he was quite damaged]

Yes, that's my latest memory. I bet there are more to come, it still doesn't explain how I'm here. I asked Wesker to fix my memory but he didn't want to.

[cthulwho]

[Bless Ryoji for trying.]

I don't see why this would only be a concern for the women. Really, sitting with a group can be anxiety-inducing for anyone...

[He's not quite grasping the social etiquette aspect of the whole thing.]

[dangerousfool]

She's quite the tough cookie! Not only she survived being dormant for years -- got a bit of brain damage but she's fine -- she also managed to get through the facility! Other humans have died, but she did it.

[Wheatley actually sounds proud of her. Mostly because he helped her]

And years ago she also...she had killed the big bad AI who controlled the facility? That's. Scary. But also good, I guess. The only human who was able to stand up to her, I think.

[dangerousfool]

I don't know. It was here in this capsule. It looks like something that'd be in the facility I'm from.

[The Frankenturret steps back and falls on its square back, flailing its legs in the air for a second before slumping, looking dejected]

Hahah, seems harmless.

[dangerousfool]

...

[Wheatley falls silent, looking away. After a tense silence he shakes his head, shifting nervously]

N-No, I had--I didn't have a specific task, nope. It's complicated, but trust me on that, I had nothing to do.

[Wheatley is a rather transparent liar]

[cthulwho]

[He nods as a general confirmation to all of that.]

Well... It's one step closer, at least. It's more comfortable than my room, even though the chlorine is somewhat annoying.

[They are actually having a casual conversation about this.]

Foyer

[dangerousfool]

So these are the fabled profiles...I haven't checked them at all yet. Maybe I should have done it earlier.

[Wheatley comments, going to take a look. What kind of information could be here? Seems easy enough to parse]

[brushworks]

Yes, I am certain. That vile man had dozens of forgeries hidden away in the house.

[cadmiums]

[ What could go wrong.]

Ah no-- but I'll try to remember to ask her tonight.

[cthulwho]

[Lovecraft doesn't say anything, but he's definitely giving Rin a rather serious glance.

Now that she has announced her plans to everyone, he is genuinely curious to see how she'll go about setting them into motion. How will she handle herself in these next few days?]

[enhancements]

[The device powers on immediately; the red sections on that design light up and the lights are quick to spread upward, converging to form a hologram-type projection.

It isn't terribly large, and perhaps most strikingly, it looks like a little girl; she looks to be about nine years old, and while she's a little severe in the expressions department (because everyone involved with Umbrella is sort of doomed to have difficulty making facial expressions in some way) she's generally pretty, with shoulder-length hair falling in waves around her face. She's also got what looks like a red dress on, with a white collar and the Umbrella emblem on a long, thin chain around her neck.

Whatever she is, it doesn't seem that she's entirely automated or a recording, given the fact that she's staring right at you. After a moment, she seems to nod briefly to herself, though she doesn't break eye contact.]

Identify yourself.

[Her voice is even in the sort of weird way that you'd expect out of a program - it's kind of like Siri, the inflections are unnatural if they exist at all - but her voice is very definitely that of a child, albeit an incredibly British one.]

[nachetanya]

Or some letter correspondence or couriers.

[ But yeah, much more used to that. ]

[nachetanya]

I have the utmost confidence in you!

[ With a little laugh, and she sets into her seat, humming ] After all, I had said that you seemed suited for it.

[nachetanya]

Still, I'm hard pressed to imagine how I got out of that situation. It's not common to survive being in a stomach.

[ Haha. Ha. ]