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

[gymasstics]

Yup! It's my secret weapon.

[I DON'T KNOW RIN, IS IT?]

[doctorize]

Well... um, to tell you the truth, one of my eyes is made of glass. This one, to be exact. [He indicates his right eye here, a blue one... the same blue one that he had in his pockets at the trial. The green one he had been using before then is sitting on the desk.] I was born with only one eye, so I've only ever been able to see with my left.

room 16

[doctorize]

[Sure enough, Danny is in fact in right now, and when he opens the door, he almost seems a little surprised.]

Kogami? What brings you to my door today?

[nachetanya]

Mmm. I agree.

[ A n y wa y - ]

You should play more.

[nachetanya]

They would. Or control all of the means of power.

[enhancements]

[...Oh.]

It's in my programming to value and desire to preserve human life. You are not human, but it doesn't present a conflict to value the life of someone so sentient.

Hopefully your numbers will not fall any further.

[preciousking]

[ So persistent. If Ryoji's going to keep asking, it'll be less annoying to give an answer. It won't be a comprehensive one but it's better than circling the same question over and over again. ]

No.

[carnivorously]

And...?

[Maybe it's a bit forceful, but he's assuming this isn't what Danny wants to potentially kill over.]

I'm assuming this is pretext to your secret.

[At least to say he's listening, that he's not just trying to get this secret out. Then again, sometimes patience isn't his best quality-- unlike the amount of people that have been patient with him.]

[torrentialroar]

No, Nohr isn't landlocked, but I was for most of my life.

[aspiringly]

As much as anyone can expect someone in my position to have, I suppose. As glamorous as it sounds to be part of an organization that upholds peace, it's not always as beautiful as they make it sound.

[carnivorously]

I'm checking up on you.

[Making sure he's not going to go crazy on them. Be that support that everyone was to him last week to make sure he wasn't the one who was going to kill. Kogami also may not have a cigarette right now, but he smells very strongly of smoke, the familiar smell from before, so it's definitely easy to tell he got his cigarettes again.]

[heritrix]

[I mean, there's only one way to find out.]

Can I see it?

[nachetanya]

Oh... right.

[ she nods. ] It's the nature of my world. A thousand years ago, a monster that we now called the Evil God came into existence, and since then, it's been unable to be killed. Every time it runs a risk of awakening the Goddess of Fate selects six warriors to save the world.

... Ah that feels so lacking.

[ She sighs, and looks a little sheepish. ]

I could explain further.

[aspiringly]

So that desire was born out of a sense of homesickness than anything else. It certainly has been awhile since we've been trapped here, so it's understandable.

[heritrix]

[Don't make that face.]

You can't be this stupid, Sakura. If it's my life you're concerned about, you're forgetting something important. There is no future for me, if a murder doesn't happen this week.

[cadmiums]

I don't think I've heard anyone say that besides you, Mikoto. [ Here have your coffee!]

[preciousking]

That so. [ No surprise there. Please excuse him while he takes the coffee and sips it. ]

[cadmiums]

Me either, but I just don't like getting up out of bed. [ While the coffee brews--]

Were you trying to stay up all night?

[carnivorously]

[Well, Kogami can see that look on his face. The amusement, yet it's clear it's not a pleased expression. The mask is weird, and he could have written it off as something that's just random from the machine, but lo and behold, it was not.]

They are, and unfortunately, they've already proven they have items of ours we don't care for them to have.

[Or items of high sentimental value.]

[heritrix]

If you'd like.

[But no, Rin looks interested.]

It sounds like an insurmountable task. You must be quite strong.

[preciousking]

[ That's mildly disappointing. He would've liked to see someone try to use a net to capture another person. It'd almost be funny. ]

If it's information you want, it be might be faster to ask the damn intercom. Whoever's using it is chatty enough that they'd probably answer whatever you asked.

[heritrix]

[Rin shakes her head; which looks a bit awkward given her position on the counter.]

I'm always up late. Back home, I would be engaged in my studies well towards 2 o'clock in the morning. I haven't been able to break that habit yet.

[imaginex]

[The reprimand stings and swiftly reminds Sakura her place here, that she's talking to a Tohsaka and not Rin. She shrinks, still staring at the floor.]

I...

[The sentence dies quickly.]

[nachetanya]

[ Nachetanya sighs, and she sets herself down on one of the tables. She motions Rin closer and sets down the markers... And then yanks down the neck of her top. This exposes only only a little cleavage, but also the Crest of Six Flowers on her chest. ]

A thousand years ago, and unknown creature appeared on the far western side of the continent. The people at the time and even the people now never named it, because there's no need to. No name could possibly explain it other than the "Evil God." The creature went out from the west and killed humans. And then it killed more humans, and more, and split its body to make fiends and killed more humans. It didn't eat them or anything, simply killed. That's all it did, with it's body or it's reach or poisonous breath. The armies of the Eternal Empire of Rohanae were laid to waste and their royal family was killed. Their towns burned. The people of the time despaired, because it seemed that they lived only to die.

[ She taps on her chest, on the crest ]

But then the Saint of the Single Flower appeared. It was a long, long battle, but eventually, the saint was able to beat back the Evil God, push back the fiends into what we now call the Wailing Demon Territory. When the Saint returned to the people who were still alive, she admitted that the Evil God wasn't dead, that was beyond even her power. And so, every time the Evil God would run a risk of reawakening to turn the world into a living hell, her power would travel across time and space. The Saint is now also known as the Goddess of Fate.

Seven hundred years ago the first generation of the Braves of Six Flowers managed to save the world, at terrible loss. Three hundred years ago, the second generation also managed to protect the world. And now, finally... I'm a member of the current generation. That's what this crest means.

[crywiththesaints]

That's true enough. They'll let something slip. Someone always does.