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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[aspiringly]

Well, everyone has certain particulars that they wish to keep private. If your secret is something that can be shown around so freely, then that would make you one of the luckier ones, wouldn't it?

Foyer

[nachetanya]

They brought someone else here?

[ . . . Though this thing doesn't look as sentient as Wheatley so this thing might not really be a "person?" But this is Nachetanya's surprised reaction as she steps into the Foyer. Like what is happening... here... ]

[preciousking]

Yeah. [ He moves his hand in a short wave to dismiss her concerns. ]

So you think a King should be kind?

[nachetanya]

Mmm, no, nothing out of the ordinary in bed beyond what I already knew you do.

[ The cuddling, she's implying. But all the same, the remains there on her back, watching her work on the cat. She's smiling, at least.

She had... things to do this morning.

But either way, that sure is - the beginning of a cat. Shit man. ]

[relieable]

[his perfor--- oh... oh!

he laughs]

Y-you saw that! I'm glad! It was fun watching everyone!

[aspiringly]

I would think that at least taking off your clothes would be preferable.

[...Is he trying to convince Lovecraft to strip nude? What has become of his life.

...Let's not. Think about that.]

[dangerousfool]

Maybe these are meant to be...watchdogs. That's why it's a turret and that's why it can't move much. It watches and alerts if something happens.

[...maybe?]

[enhancements]

...But it doesn't shoot.

[ ???? ]

[halleberry]

Honestly, Nachetanya, you really should at least nudge me if I do things like that in my sleep. Even if you don't mind it, it's impolite...

[ Though, now that it's been established that night time is Black's domain, that sort of provides a new layer of context...

Speaking of cats, she notes her reaction to it. ]

Not a fan of cats? It isn't as though they hunt rabbits.

[journalname]

Even something as minor as knowing of someone else's hometown can help make a personal connection.

...though, Wesker and Krauser do seem to be from the same world. That seems as though it must have been purposeful.

[enhancements]

[...Hello, Nachetanya, what the hell are you going on about today.]

"Someone else"...?

[journalname]

There is no reason to treat them any differently from the Transmitter! She and I talk quite often.

[there is def a reason to treat them differently, but you know what he does not mind at all if the risen might show up less to try and avoid friendly goat kings]

[dangerousfool]

Then instead of shooting, it garrotes people.

[OF COURSE]

[aspiringly]

[He sees you eyeing all the things, Kogami. Still, it's a legitimate concern, although he's not well... dead, so he's doing something right here.]

I've pulled my fair share of all-nighters before, believe it or not.

[Just chatting casually as if there isn't a crossbow beside him, nbd.]

[crywiththesaints]

I see. About anything interesting?

Sewing room

[heritrix]

[Rin is just passing by, when she spots Tsubasa in the sewing room. Rather than keep walking (she should), she decides to pop in.]

Hi, Tsubasa. [Greeting her pleasantly, Rin steps around to see what the other girl is working on, only to blink in surprise.] Did your sheets lose a fight with a blender?

[gymasstics]

[She'll look it over a little more, and then-]

Oh, are you one of Wheatley's friends? It's nice to meet you!

[enhancements]

[...And as if on cue, the poor stupid thing just...rocks over onto its back again. Wesker ignores it for the time being, it can kind of do the weird chirping thing for a while as far as he's concerned.]

...Perhaps.

[enhancements]

[It seems a little skittish, but it'll offer her one of those weird little chirping noises. It's kind of cute, for a little box-robot thing.]

I don't think it speaks any.

[aspiringly]

You do appear more exuberant than usual. [To say the least.......] What happened?

[He has an inkling of what it might be, but who knows? Something else could have turned up as well.]

[positivespin]

No problem! Drinks are always nice during meetings. Not sure how long this will last, so might as well drink.

[ After all, from her experience, people tend to frown less on drinking than snacking while talking is going on. ]

[aspiringly]

[To be fair, that's pretty much a perfectly reasonable reaction to have in this place, although he doesn't look particularly perturbed by Sakura interrupting... whatever he's doing.]

Good morning. I apologize for the mess, but you're free to use the room if you like. I'm afraid I don't have any coffee left to offer you, though.

[Because Sakura is clearly interested about the coffee part, right?? Although honestly, he might be joking a little about that part.]

[positivespin]

Yes. But hmm, now that you mention it... Kind isn't quite right word? ...Understanding, maybe? Subjects should be able to feel like they can trust their King.

[ Maybe that's not quite the word either. She'll bring a hand to the back of her head, scratching at it as she thinks. ]

[carnivorously]

[Maybe he's crossing a boundary he shouldn't. With a sigh, he takes a drag of his cigarette.]

Take it as you will, I suppose.

[He would be bothered by it, but he wonders if he should actually admit that more than he already has.]

Pool

[heritrix]

[Rin has been checking out every room these past few days. She'd probably be more effective if she stuck to one room at a time, but if she did that, would she miss something? It's... It's getting frustrating.

For each day she's checked the pool area, however, she's spotted Gant at least once. Rin was busy each time, and he looked like he was having fun anyways, but today that doesn't drive her away. Out of curiosity, Rin trots over in her casual clothes, crouching down with her knees pressed close together to say hi.]

Did you grow gils and make your home here?