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

[ossifragant]

Ahhh... it's just complicated.

[clearly]

It's not worth dying over, but it's one of those "how the hell did they find that out" things.

[heritrix]

[Keeping tabs on how many people in this room have heard her once any questions are answered, Rin feels his stare. ...And she has to look away.

No, she'll just leave. There's no point staying any longer.]

[heritrix]

She already. doesn't. That's why we're here.

[heritrix]

[Rin cocks her head slowly, thinking aloud to herself.]

It must have something to do with what Asgore said.

[heritrix]

[Why would she think of that first tho]

So you hip check them?

[It can't be headbutts, Nozomi's face is too nice... No hockey mouth there.]

investigation included, but plenty open!

[arebetter]

[ Pizzazz wakes up on Wednesday, and... oh boy oh boy, coins! So her first stop is the vending machine, and the resulting load of stuff gives her... a lot of conflicting emotions, she won't lie. By the end of the first nine coins, she's very... bemused. There's a trunk of clothes, but when she goes through and holds them up, uh... she's 5'11" and these are too damn small for her. But then that tenth coin goes in, and um. ]

Hell yes!!

[ GUITAR CITY, BABY! There's no amp, but she doesn't exactly seem to care. She's just looking over it for damage, tuning, the usual.

Then, later on, she heads to the art room to... well, the first thing she does is do a fine drawing of the only thing she can draw, that's for people who want to reply to her here, or she decides to investigate, starting with the kiln!

But then she realizes "wait, if Sakura got my Go Bag, and she got it back to me, there's an amp in there. It's really small, but it's there. So people passing by Pizzazz's Room later on may find the door cracked and may hear, of all things, electric guitar music coming out of there, along with Pizzazz's familiar singing.

... or, late at night, you can find her by the Incinerator, waiting for it to start up and sort of... looking around furtively. Huh. ]

[ossifragant]

Sounds fun, then.

[He strides over to grab a bow and a quiver.]

It's been a long time since I've been able to do anything like this.

[He draws the bow, firing once. He absolutely doesn't hit the center of the target; it's pretty clear Greed isn't used to anything remotely resembling ranged combat, though he does seem to be familiar regardless.]

[ossifragant]

Could we go somewhere a bit more private? I'll tell you about it.

[ossifragant]

Did you now?

[He looks curious.]

That happened to me, when I was first born.

[....]

I mean-- I've always looked like this. I don't age.

[cadmiums]

[ Nod, that's good.]

I do miss my job but...I also have a date tonight!

[carnivorously]

I'm surprised you haven't. It has a lot of conflicting information, but I'm looking at them to see if things finally make sense now.

[Some of his stuff is, or at least stuff he can piece together.]

[carnivorously]

[He holds up his mint green carton of his Spinel Brand cigarettes. Clearly, he has received them.]

This should last me a bit again.

[And he looks happy, too. Maybe he'll try to ration them better, but that's probably not going to end up being the case.]

[cadmiums]

[......]

I only remember about a week or two before coming here.

[carnivorously]

I don't know, however, I definitely don't want to keep it.

[To be honest, it looks like a thing of nightmares. He already has enough, thank you.]

[barehands]

—Rin, you can't!

[She knows that isn't true, but it's more of an exclamation of shock than anything.]

[ossifragant]

I'd like to think eventually we'll get to the point where the Risen won't be able to manipulate people. But it really does sound like, no matter how bad your situation is, you guys have an advantage over us in this place.

Trust does a lot for a group.

[dangerousfool]

I'll remember more next time. Somehow, every Sunday I get new information into my memory. I can't wait for the next part, this is interesting.

[...]

Well, I mostly want to know if the human survived or died. I'm staying away from my world, now that the AI is awake again, there's no way I'll go back.

[ossifragant]

[He gives a tight smile.]

I won't tell you to trust me or anything like that, but you don't have to. We will investigate this place, we just need to do it without tripping over one of those rules.

[cadmiums]

I'm sorry, I- [ He clearly doesn't know what to say.]

If it's not too much to ask...what do you mean created?

[ossifragant]

...You come from a very different society than the alchemists of my world.

[There's not a whole lot of reaction in his voice.]

[dangerousfool]

Yep, I heard from some people it was wrong, so I avoided it until today. I even heard mine was wrong.

[Wheatley finds his profile]

Space debris? Villain tropes? Okay, definitely wrong.

[He looks for Kogami's profile]

Is yours wrong too?

[ossifragant]

I'm sure someone is going to panic. It's just a matter of who.

[carnivorously]

I thought so, however, with these dreams-- memories we're getting, I'm able to piece things together. At least, I probably can take a guess as to why I'm unemployed now.

[Not a big deal to him now as it was when they all first arrived.]

[dangerousfool]

[Sounds about right]

That's amazing. It must be nice being king, surely you're a great king. What's it like?

[ossifragant]

Not at all. Burn away.