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

[barehands]

There's a difference between bringing us here and doing something like that to us, though...

[barehands]

That's true. I hope we find something useful soon, then...

[cadmiums]

Me too. Oh I'd like something Mita-chan could enjoy too, because she doesn't like water.

[cadmiums]

You helped me a whole lot! You're someone I can look up and talk to, even when I'm not feeling like myself.

[crywiththesaints]

Oh? By an enemy, then?

[cadmiums]

Thank you! If you don't mind telling me, what is your home like? Living in a castle sounds kind of romantic.

[crywiththesaints]

I can't see anybody wanting to stay here.

[torrentialroar]

No, by my Father. [ it's complicated ]

[cadmiums]

...you're a dragon?

[ ... ]

That's really cool! And kind of sexy.

[torrentialroar]

[ She's sputters at the compliment, completely unused flat out being called "sexy", and her ears turn a particular shade of crimson. ]

Er, well, in sense, yes...

[cadmiums]

I try not to ask her about anything she's uncomfortable about, but I like learning about her a lot. We mostly talk about dates, which is pretty fun. [ And involves so much flirting on his end, which he also enjoys.]

[crywiththesaints]

Ah, so you like it. My thanks. It is a communal resource, though, and it's more than just I who plays.

[georgeous]

I've kept mine to show it to people in case they doubt me, but it seems not everyone is as free of urgency that they could do that...

[georgeous]

You're only going to get yourself hurt with this kind of recklessness.

[crywiththesaints]

A place less preferable than this is unfortunate to be sure. Perhaps someone will take pity on you.

[crywiththesaints]

Annoying them into letting you go, are we?

[crywiththesaints]

Relationships are important to you, then. I suppose I can't completely blame you. I believed in that sort of thing at your age.

[crywiththesaints]

Your father. One of those succession conspiracies one always reads about?

[brushworks]

It's quite interesting, but it is also highly dangerous - the Palaces are teeming with Shadows, creatures born from the human mind.

[journalname]

No, no. I am simply reaching out to them!

[journalname]

...I hope so, too.

[There's more to tell there, about the Risen and all, but. They can get through a simple tour of the building without talking about murder, hopefully?]

Here is the incinerator, and the laundry room. They are not much to look at - the building does seem to have been abandoned for some time.

[enhancements]

[...She doesn't say it, being that she either has more decorum than that or it just isn't within her adhered protocol to voice such things, but what the fuck is wrong with this laundry room, holy shit.]

...It isn't up to standard code, that much seems to be true.

[That is the politest way she could find to express "This place is giving me a serious case of the wig and we've looked at like two rooms." She tried.]

[enhancements]

[This week has been...interesting, in the sort of way that makes you understand why "may you live in interesting times" isn't a blessing. It's been highly unstable on pretty much every front imaginable, and Wesker is still feeling...vaguely more emotionally volatile than he'd like, but at the very least yesterday evening seems to have done a fair amount for his temperament (despite Tsubasa's...that) and he is slightly less with the "kill everything" as of this morning.

He's also accumulated a minor fucklot of coins, so he'll be at the vending machine under the vague hope that perhaps whatever he gets out of here today isn't going to be utterly useless. So naturally, most of it seems to be utterly useless, if it isn't straight-up baffling; among the things he wasn't expecting to fall out of there is a literal trident that looks fully capable of actually impaling someone (which is so pointlessly extra that he can't help but find it vaguely delightful) and...whatever this...plush...thing that is absolutely not an ass is.

(It is definitely an ass.)

That said, the not-alcohol is appreciated, as are a few of the other things in there; a good amount of it, though, is just a parade of uselessness that he's not opposed to parting with if asked.

...And then there's the last thing that comes out of the machine, which actually catches his attention rather hard.

It's that...machine-thing that's got him sitting in the internal foyer a bit closer to noon; for a good long while he isn't engaging with it, per se, so much as he is just watching it to see what it does when left to its own devices. It seems to have gotten over its abject goddamn terror at being brought to the foyer in the first place – it had immediately folded in on itself when Wesker had picked it up to do that, just sort of quivering with a soft mechanical rattle until he put it down, at which point it promptly got over itself and opened up again properly – and now it's just kind of...experimentally doing its thing while Wesker works out what it's good at and what it's not.

Things the weird robot-cube is good at: scooting around, making weird chirping noises, being distressed when picked up.

Things the weird robot-cube is not good at: pretty much everything else. Seriously, once in a while Wesker has to get up and set it back upright because it gets overambitious over a particularly uneven patch of floor and it just rocks over onto its back, at which point it is quite thoroughly and obviously screwed until Wesker picks it up and rights it. Which just leads to the abject-terror folding all over again.

Lovely.

After maybe the third time that happens, he'll just kind of...remain kneeling on the floor next to it and talking to it in much the same manner as one would a particularly odd dog – quiet and even, and...the thing is chirping back at him, apparently it understands speech, that's great to know. He has no goddamn idea what it's saying, but this is going to be how he spends at least part of his day, apparently.

That said, as the afternoon wears on and the evening draws nearer, he'll be in the dojo again; there's space in here, and it's good for burning energy that he's finding himself with entirely too much of. He'll be doing more of the high-energy flips and strikes that he was doing the first week we were all here; at least he's more controlled in general than he was on Tuesday.]


[OOC: Full inventory is here - if you want any of the shit in the first section, ask and it shall be given one way or another.]

[cadmiums]

[ He grins, completely unphased.]

That's really amazing, Corrin-chan! I wish I could see what you look like when you transform.

[heritrix]

[What an incredible honor, some people might say. Again, Rin has read entirely too much mythology.]

Does the crest do anything? It sounds like you need all the help you can get. More than five companions, at any rate.