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

[trustfellowship]

[So are you going to get a look at the barricades in here first?]

[trustfellowship]

[The walls and tile don't seem to have anything to uncover here, actually. Where do you want to look next?]

[trustfellowship]

[The kiln's pretty interesting, but where are you starting? Are you looking inside it?]

[arebetter]

[ Yeah! Looking inside it, and if there's nothing in there then she'll start looking around it. ]

[nachetanya]

No, not my arm. The arm was ripped off before then.

[ She is in the stomach. ]

[trustfellowship]

[There's nothing out of the ordinary inside it. It's just your average kiln! Looking around it doesn't produce anything either, unfortunately. Where do you want to look next?]

[nachetanya]

Oh same. The same for me, there are so many oddities here that seem normal for the others.

[ Sigh.

... Pockets the bullet. ]

[gymasstics]

More or less. I mean, sometime it's a hip bullet, sometimes it's a vacuum butt cannon, but the point's that I've got a mean ass. Not that I can't use my chest too, of course.

[arebetter]

[ Hmm... how about under the tables and stools? ]

[trustfellowship]

[There doesn't seem to be anything under any of them either!]

[nachetanya]

Ah! I had wondered what that was!

[ A nod, and she sinks down, covering her shoulders. And it... mmmm, that feels weird on her stump. Weird, weird. ]

[arebetter]

[ Oh well. Is there anything else particularly investigatable in the main room, or should she move on to the storage room? ]

[trustfellowship]

[You might have better luck in the storage room!]

[nachetanya]

It's much louder than I expected!

[ It's not bad, but ... Well, okay, she's going to get into the doorframe proper, as opposed to just having her head tilted in sideways. ]

[arebetter]

[ Then that's where she's off to! Is there anything in the sketchbooks, if she flips through them? ]

[nachetanya]

Yes?

[ Still.

Giggling.

She's wearing a swimsuit, at least (which also means the rabbit ears are out of her hair) but still giggling. ]

[trustfellowship]

[The sketchbooks all look perfectly normal! They're all stacked neatly on a shelf with the other art supplies. What do you want to check next?]

[arebetter]

That's the idea.

[ She strikes a very loud chord for emphasis. ]

[arebetter]

[ Hm... well she's just coming off her Secret Sewn-In Pocket Go Bag. What happens if she starts investigating those paints a little closer? ]

[torrentialroar]

You could at least ask if I'm okay first. [ She's not upset at the laughing, but a little concern would be nice! ]

[trustfellowship]

[How do you plan on investigating them?]

[arebetter]

[ Well, she doesn't exactly feel like shoving her hand into them all, so... shaking them, maybe? ]

[trustfellowship]

[They actually all sound perfectly normal; it doesn't seem like there's anything besides paint in them!]

[arebetter]

[ Hm... then she'll look them over. Anything unusual about the cans themselves? ]

[trustfellowship]

[Nope, they look like your average paint cans!]