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!]

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[crywiththesaints]

Excuse me?

[gymasstics]

Hmm...

[She looks around the room and considers it.]

It's not that I would mind, but... The floor's pretty slippery, you know? It would be pretty bad if I injured myself.

[Nozomi, what the fuck-]

tw: angels of death spoilers, suicide mention

[doctorize]

[Danny actually manages a slight laugh at that.]

Indeed: the secret itself requires a bit of context in that regard, you see.

Anyway, the point is it's something I've had to deal with for a very long time, and as a result, it causes people to form certain opinions about you, even when you're a kid. [Danny scratches his cheek in an awkward fashion.] Other children would beat me up because of it, and adults thought it was creepy. My mother used to worry herself sick as a result... just worried, and worried...

[He frowns now]

Until one day, she stopped concerning herself with it. Or really anything else for that matter. Those peepers of hers... they became something dark, only sparing a glance at me fleetingly... and yet, I thought that this was fine. I still loved her. It didn't matter that everyone despised me and my missing eye, because I was the son of someone who had such beautiful peepers by comparison...

... Well, until my existence finally killed her, that is.

[And here, he looks at the secret in the envelope, reads it out loud.]

"Daniel Dicken's mother, once she could no longer stand to look at her son's missing eye anymore, took her own life and..."

[There's a sudden pause as he stops reading... and then he calmly places the piece of paper back into the envelope and begins tearing it in half.]

... Well, not that I blame her, really. It's only natural that someone would be disgusted eventually when looking at the real me. Even when that someone is the person who brought you into this world.

[crywiththesaints]

Ah. Sheltered, then? Not every princess can be active and out like Augustra.

[crywiththesaints]

Hard to end conflict without partaking in conflict. That's how it always is.

[nachetanya]

The piano?

[ Gesturing to it... ]

[dangerousfool]

I have heard a king needs lots of advisor, maybe a queen, if there's enough work for that. Is that the same for you? You got a queen?

[Looks like for Wheatley this is a chance to gather as much information as possible about Asgore's life]

[positivespin]

[ QQ will be doing the same, because while she does want to be present for any meetings, she doesn't actually want to confirm any details of her obviously existent secrets. ]

Mikoto, do you have a favorite drink?

[dangerousfool]

Ugh, it's very dull, and of course, to make it even worse, I'll get blamed for everything that was happening before I came here. The test subjects all dead because nobody thought I should be told about how the bloody reserve energy machines worked? Sure, blame it on me, why not. I know they will.

[Looks like the circumstances of his actual job is a bit of a touchy point for him]

At least now I'm here and not there, uh, leaving aside the part where we're supposed to kill each other.

[dangerousfool]

Then what's your crime? What's--why'd they lock you up? You're a detective, you're the one who should be locking people away.

[dangerousfool]

Science doesn't need a reason to happen, right? I don't like the pain part, but it could be worse. I know it could be.

[Wheatley nods]

Nope. I need very low amounts of energy to survive. I once heard I could even survive if someone replaced my battery with a potato, that's how little voltage I need.

That's why I have been awake and at full energy at all times.

[preciousking]

You mean between coffee and tea?

[positivespin]

Mmhm! QQ feels like making drink, but can't decide. So might as well make something someone else wants too.

[carnivorously]

[Kogami quietly listens to Danny's story. The pretext about his eye makes sense and to be forsaken by society because of that-- He knows how it feels yet he doesn't. To be forsaken by those who were supposed to love you because of a flaw that's not even their fault.

He can't even begin to think what that much feel like. The emotional trauma of a secret like that, he can't even begin to understand. He thinks that Sibyl would have intervened a long time ago if that were the case. Given Danny a fake eye that maybe he could see out of. Helped his mother. Sibyl, for as much as he hates it, could have saved them.

No words really come to him initially. However, it's not disgust and it's not judgement. It's actually Shinya Kogami thinking how to be a comfort in a situation like this. Usually he resorts to jokes and has a lack of tact, but that's not going to be useful here. ]

A mother should care for her child. It's not your fault she took her life. Unless there's more you're not telling me.

[His voice is gentle, but goading. His own mother still loves him despite the fact that... he had a fall from grace.]

[carnivorously]

There's a man I want dead and I kept thinking that I would do anything to make sure he dies a horrible death.

[He smirks.]

That's it.

[preciousking]

[ He mostly doesn't care. If she's offering to take care of him though, whatever. He'll pick.

And he'll answer with about as much care as he can manage. AKA none. ] Coffee.

[doctorize]

Really? How nice of you.

[Though it doesn't have his usual teasing lilt to it as he gives Kogami a once over.]

I see that you found another carton of cigarettes to get by with here?

[cadmiums]

Yeah. [ He thinks for a moment while he pours himself his own cup.]

I kind of feel the same way, but I miss my friends at home. What about you?

[carnivorously]

[That's noted, definitely. Then again, they had a pretty heavy talk...]

I did.

[A beat.]

What about you? Are you taking care of yourself?

[positivespin]

Okay, will be back in few minutes!

[ Aaaand she's off. But like she said, it doesn't take too long for her to come back with a coffee pot, cups and a whole lot of sugar sitting on a tray. ]

Not sure if you want it black or not, so kept sugar separate.

[ The coffee she brewed isn't too bitter, but by no definition can it be considered sweet, hence the sugar. ]

[cadmiums]

[ You can blame Wheatley for that assumption.] Of course! I promise I won't tell anyone.

[cadmiums]

Well girls are usually more shy than guys. You're not shy are you, Lovecraft?

[ They are on two different wavelengths here, but man are they trying.]

[preciousking]

[ This time, he exhales in exasperation while setting his cup down. It lands with a loud "clack" and some of the liquid spills over the rim. ]

Not really.

[carnivorously]

No... no you didn't think it was something else.

[That wasn't an overreaction, he continues to think to himself. That was definitely a trigger. How cruel this place is.

Well, without warning, Kogami's going to leave. Specifically, he's going to the incinerator so he can burn the thing. If she's having such an awful reaction, there's no reason to keep it around at all.

So there we are, lighting up a match and sending it to hell where it belongs.]

[dangerousfool]

Oh, that's all.

[...]

Wait, no, that's bad, very bad! He must have made you furious if you want to kill him so badly! Mental note: don't make Shinya Kogami angry. No, really, what happened?