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

[cadmiums]

It would be great if we got one here! It would be like a pool party, but even better.

[arebetter]

[ FIRE FIRE YEAH ]

From the look of things in there, we've got a rough week ahead of us no matter what.

[dangerousfool]

They're memories. I have been getting them too, and let me tell you: machines don't dream. I don't even sleep.

[Yet information pops up without warning. It can't be anything else but memories]

Wow, that's are a lot of stuff to like...'his fellow latent criminals'?

[cadmiums]

I can understand that. [ And coffees done! It's actually rather well roasted too, he knows what he's doing.]

So how are you doing, Pizzazz-chan?

[arebetter]

[ Dang, kid, you go. ]

I'm doing alright. Hanging in there. How about you?

[journalname]

[JE-HEEEEESUS MONSTER CHRIST

Asgore does recoil a little at the sudden lightshow, but he doesn't drop the device, something which he's grateful for as it produces some kind of glowing human child. Who is looking at him. He furrows his brow a little at the voice, but being a machine does not mean it is not worthy of respect - does not even mean it's not genuinely a child, which softens his voice a little as he replies:]

I am King Asgore Dreemurr. Who are you?

[cadmiums]

Mm, yeah. But I think it's also possible to get caught up in the emotions of the moment in those situations. Maybe that's the point...

[ He's not sure, he's never been in a tense situation until he came here.]

I agree that you're a lot closer for sharing experiences like that, though. Even if they're not necessarily good memories, they're still important.

[journalname]

...of course. We can return to my room - or yours, if you prefer.

[ossifragant]

...Wow. That's a hell of a memory loss. Do you have any idea what could have caused it?

[journalname]

It may be something of Wesker's? The last one resembled his pets.

[Which is like, a whole thing of its own]

[cadmiums]

[ He doesn't only have his natural charm!]

I'm doing good, I have another date tonight.

[arebetter]

Do you really? That still going good for you guys?

[cadmiums]

No, I-- I try not to think about it. Maybe the answer was in my envelope...but I don't want to learn about myself that way.

[torrentialroar]

[ Corrin's body reacts quicker than her mouth, and she practically jumps out of her chair to go grab Rin's wrist. Her grip isn't strong, in fact, it would be rather easy to break out of, but she doesn't look willing to let go. ]

Y-You can't! [ Her voice wavers, it's tone desperate. ] If you do then—!

[ "I'll be responsible for your death" are the words she's unable to bring herself to say. ]

[cadmiums]

Yeah! It's going really well, actually.

[ossifragant]

I'm a homunculus. An artificial person. I wasn't born like a normal person is.

[ossifragant]

It sure seems that way, doesn't it? This week is going to be a mess.

[torrentialroar]

It is magical, but it doesn't do that. [ She lowers her voice, just in case someone could overhear them. ]

I'll tell you, but can you keep it a secret?

[arebetter]

Good. She seemed happy with it too.

[ YOU KNOW. WHEN SHE ASKED. ]

[georgeous]

I've only observed it being used on others and that isn't the kind of in depth knowledge needed either, yes...

[torrentialroar]

Nachetanya—! [ She looks so betrayed and hurt right now. What about their princess unity?! ]

[georgeous]

You're very willing to assume the best of people. Even if she were completely forced into this, she's still completely allied with those who want us all dead right now.

Doesn't that mean anything to you?

[ossifragant]

Your room will work just fine.

[The specifics don't matter to him too much.]

Incinerator

[georgeous]

[ This whole burning thing is getting pretty popular... ]

You too, huh?

[torrentialroar]

[ Oh, it's the team grandma; less embarrassing than most people. ]

I-I'll be fine... I've dealt with worst. [ Like getting hit with actual weapons and magic. ]