Trustfell 5: A Good Day to Trust Fall (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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trustfelled2017-06-18 11:56 am
trustfellowship) wrote in trustfelled2017-06-18 11:56 am
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. |
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!]
SUNDAY
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That's why anyone who sees Wheatley they'll notice he's a tad more subdued than before. 'Nervous' may be the right word for that. It's noticeable.
At the foyer, you'll find something very strange: a box and blanket fort. It'd be normal if it wasn't because it looks like the boxes are nailed to the floor, and the blankets are tied with lots of duct tape. Well, not only that, the whole fort has lots of duct tape.
This is truly a fortress. If you look inside, you'll find a new cake, and this one is undeniably sweet. The problem is that it has too much chocolate. It's...rather gooey. You dare to take a portion? Wheatley doesn't mind, go ahead.
Looks like Whaetley's staying often at this foyer, at least for now. Later he's staring at the fog outside, in silence -- at least until you approach. If you do, he asks:]
So...what do you think's out there? What kind of world is this? Do you think it'd be good to live in?
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Why - are you planning on staying...?
[...Okay, it's not an answer at all, but really, why are you asking something like that, man.]
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He's just gonna...peer in before sneaking a piece...]
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You really upgraded the place, didn't you?
[The nails are a little excessive, but she's not about to lecture a damn robot.]
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That's a strange place to put a cake.
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Are you even really alive in the first place? [sounds weirdly bitter]
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Whatever it is, it's either very good or very bad. There's no middle ground.
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Of course, while Gant spends some time thinking about it as he goes about his business, he's got things to do! He made a Decision during the trial, and so he was going to put it in action.
...he puts a breakfast sign-up list in the kitchen on the refrigerator, with his name notably absent from it, and he then planned to go and press-gang people into breakfast duty...
Until he finds it.
There it is. The promised land.
Screw everything else. This is his home now.
In other words he's going to spend the entire day swimming in the goddamn pool because holy shit. Holy shit.]
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And any semblance of a complex thought is right out the god damn window when she notices the pool room. She's already dressed for the occasion, the floor is actually nice, and she ditches her shoes to run on in and jump into the pool with reckless abandon, because holy shit.]
It's huge and full of water instead of tetanus! It's perfect!
[She's going to be swimming around for the rest of the day. This could only be better with a damn land, but beggars can't be choosers.]
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At the start of the day, he can be found wandering, just checking the regular rooms for anything new while snacking on some cake. Who would have guessed that so many sweets would pop up in this place? His wandering eventually takes him to the new locations, and he'll poke around in the dojo and shooting range with varying degrees of interest (the dojo is interesting, but he has zero interest in the shooting range).
But like others, once he discovers the pool, any and all bets are off for him doing anything else with the rest of his day. Since this is Lovecraft though, it's gonna be...weird...
While others are enjoying exercise and other fun pool activities, Lovecraft just...dumps himself right into the deep end, fully clothed, and sinks to the bottom.
Um.
So it might not be super out of the ordinary to come across him just chilling down there, seemingly not moving or coming up for air anytime soon.
Is...is he okay...]
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The dream last night was...well, it was an adventure, to put it lightly; it was loud and surreal but perhaps more importantly it was interesting, in a very specific sort of way that's normally unbelievably difficult for him to experience. It's enough to leave him more than slightly overstimulated when he wakes up – he hasn't felt this awake in a while – and even after he's had some time to process it his spirits are undeniably better than they have been for the past two weeks.
(God, he's even owning the stupid Matrix outfit today like he's actually comfortable in it and isn't slowly dying inside.)
Of course, the new areas of the hospital that have opened up are more than enough to catch his interest; of goddamn course the dojo still looks like this place doesn't give a single solitary fuck about tetanus but he can deal with the floor later, right now he can just...appreciate that we have some open space to actually move in that doesn't involve rearranging the dining hall. The next couple of rooms, however...
The shooting range is going to be what ultimately holds his interest; even after he's gone through the place and hasn't found any guns, the crossbows are there and they look like they can do an acceptable amount of damage and that's fucking delightful. So he's going to be in there for a fair amount of time today, teaching himself how to shoot the damn things. They're kind of unwieldy for his liking, but he learns quickly and his focus on the task at hand is a little intense; it'll become obvious after a while that his aim is...really good. Kind of unnaturally good? Yeah.
Later in the evening, though, he can be found in the internal foyer; specifically, he's looking at the profiles again. He hasn't revisited them in a while, and looking them over now...well, he has context for a few more things, at least (the notion that he owns and likes dogs, the dislike of large fires). There are a couple that perplex him still, but he imagines he'll work that out in time; after a while of staring at it, though...
He hasn't taken part in the duct-tape alterations that several others have been doing to their own profiles; especially given the recent dreams, it's possible that he'll recall something that will explain why certain things are there. Just the same, he'll be there tonight with the tape and a fair amount of odd thoughts that he doesn't really want to consider too deeply right now, striking Project Alice off his dislikes.]
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He’s after the Hyper-Oats.
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New day. New week. The adrenaline is gone after the trial and Kogami is just tired. Withdrawals are a bitch, but he’s managing better this time. Last time after a trial a new area opened, so here’s to hoping maybe it happened again. And it did.
The first place he goes to is the dojo. He gets excited at first, but the lack of a punching bag kind of gets to him. Or anything that could be a practice dummy. Right, this place isn’t as advanced as his time where there’s robots he can beat the shit out of for practice. Though he does look at the self defense pads. Perhaps he could harass someone good at sewing and making things to make something sturdy they could put these in and act as one? He’s probably not the only person who needs a punching bag.
Next is the shooting range, which has Kogami just standing in silence. Those who know him probably can tell there’s something on his mind. He isn’t fearful, but it’s clear this room is helping him recall not a happy time. He’ll look at the bullets and find the ones that look like they’d belong in a dual barrel hunting rifle, studying them with the same expression as he did when he was looking around the room. It doesn’t give him a good feeling at all. Not at all.
In the evening, he’ll be found in the kitchen making himself some hamburgers and brewing tea. His coughing is starting up now and he’s trying to be better to take care of himself. Trying.]
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After school, in a hallway softly illuminated by the setting sun. A figure to her side, another (long hair, shimmering like a protective wall of amethyst) to her front. And standing a few paces away, two people who she refuses to face.
"...I don't want to. Let's stop, Nii-san."
The second time she's ever refused an order from her brother. Seconds beat before the chill of ice, and Sakura realizes--
""―――All right. Then you can die."
She never had a choice.
It's a toss-up between the sleeping pills and the archery room, and once Sakura discovers the latter, then it's no contest at all. It makes no difference to her what's in disrepair: Sakura sets up the targets, measures the weights of the bow and the tautness of the string before making her selection, and then she goes to town. Every thought is an arrow, and every shot is a death. She keeps going until there's nothing left for her to kill, switching out targets when they're stuffed full of arrows gathered at the bullseye. Occasionally she'll wander out to check the other areas, but only or a moment. She comes back to the archery room every time until dark and won't leave it, even if she's hungry.]
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Also, the knowledge that HOLY SHIT HER WORLD IS WEIRD TOO, SHE JUST SAVED IT FROM MUSIC ZOMBIES. She did that. Her. Well, with the Holograms a little, which is concerning, but desperate times, right? Shit, maybe she is getting soft.
Anyway, the sort of... calmer, more muted Pizzazz of much of last week is gone for now, replaced by high-energy Pizzazz for today, at least. She starts by exploring the new areas, which... she doesn't really have much use for the Dojo or the Shooting Range (though trying out archery later, now there's an idea, who better to trust with a crossbow), but the pool she can do. She's not usually one for swimming, but she's also not usually one for indoor pools and uh her poor poor paper-white skin burns so easily in water. But here she is, just... swimming a couple laps. A few laps. Look at her go.
Then she moves on to... the kitchen, actually! She's gotten out some potatoes and made some kind of seasoning (it's mostly garlic salt like it's just garlic salt and olive oil with a little paprika for color) and she is cutting up and making french fries! A lot of french fries. Probably too many french fries. Send help. And while each load cooks, she's sort of... noodling around on the front-back ukelele Nachetanya gave her last week.
She's in her room for most of the rest of the day working on... something, with the door cracked, and passers-by might hear her humming a line in time with some work on the ukelele, followed by a frustrated noise and a return to writing out whatever it is she's working on.
Very late, though, just before bedtime, she does come out to the external foyer to sit down at the piano. She seems... calmer now, than she has been for the rest of the day, less manic. She sits down at the piano with a sense of purpose and plays... something different from her usual fare, though she does actually sing the lyrics from the normal version. It works on piano a lot better than she thought it would, to be honest, she seems pleased. Then, unless someone wants to talk to her, she stands up, bows to the air for fun, and heads back to her room for the night. ]
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"Who cares? It was just one time. And besides, you promised you wouldn't tell anyone, Araragi-kun."
"That's...not a promise I can keep."
Tsubasa opens her eyes, and even the semblance of light peeking out from the crack beneath the door strains her vision. She takes her aspirin and gets changed, all the same. She looks a degree better than she did yesterday at the gathering, at the very least; her face has regained some color, and she's not clutching her head as often, instead opting to be on alert as she explores the new areas.
As out of place as it may be, she's grateful for the lack of guns themselves in the shooting range; she doesn't quite have the dexterity to use a bow and arrow at the moment, or even to properly aim a crossbow (though she imagines those will see some use at some point here, and makes a mental note to herself to keep an eye on them, lest they go missing one day), but to be in a room full of firearms with a migraine would be torturous on her temples. Still, when no one's shooting (not to get in anyone's way,) she'll have to conduct a minor investigation around here: is there anything we can glean from those divots and cracks? It'd be nice if she had some luminol, or something of the sort, but...
After that's done, though, a pool actually seems a bit like a godsend right now: it may be odd to see her out of her uniform, but she did put on a swimsuit, and she's got her toes in the water! For now, though, she seems more content to stare at her reflection in the water's surface and kick her feet rather than actually swim. At least her hand is to her chin today rather than to her forehead; she's lost in thought as she stares at the water. ]
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Well that was... something. Less disorienting than last week, thankfully, but it's still something to think about. Krauser's up early as usual and you can catch him in room #3 working on notes for a bit before the morning alarm goes off.
Once it does he goes to check out the new rooms and while the dojo seems to hold his interest for a little bit (he'll actually check out the mats and stuff in here as opposed to just poking his head in the room and leaving), it's the shooting range that actually gets a reaction out of him.
He almost looks pleased as he's going through the equipment and as he's setting up a target for practice, but the expression's subdued even when he takes his first shot with a standard bow and arrow. It's been awhile, but his aim is remarkably good anyway.
Krauser will be in the shooting range for most of the day, just practicing his archery. You're welcome to interrupt at any point; he won't mind the company.]
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They look just like--
"... Well, I'm Danny. Rachel, I'll be your counselor starting today."
Rachel. Rachel Rachel Rachel Rachel--
When Danny steps out on Sunday, he appears to be in a better mood than he was last week. He investigates the new areas, in particular finding himself at the shooting range as he looks over what's available here. He's not into archery, but he does pick up a bullet to examine.]
Ammunition, but no guns... hmm...
[Afterward, he goes back to the art room to draw again. It proved to be a relaxing activity last week so why not spend more time in here while he can? Plus, it helps sort out his thoughts in regards to those peculiar dreams we've been having here lately...]
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Which is why she gets an early start to her day, exploring the new areas first. The dojo doesn't catch her interest much, though she looks around it before exiting. The shooting range isn't something that appeals to her, either, but she spends longer in this room. She's frowning at the marks in the walls and the floor, and that frown only intensifies when she opens the cabinet and sees the crossbow inside.]
Oh, no...
[It's not as though this is the only thing in the hospital that could be used as a weapon, but it feels especially egregious to her regardless.
The pool, however, interests her much more than the other two rooms. She can be found in the provided bathing suit, floating on her back along the water and looking up at the ceiling. If she sees someone near the pool, she'll shift to wave at them.]
You should come in! It's really nice.
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"Tell me. How does it feel to have your soul attached to this empty suit of armor? To exist as a chunk of solid metal, rather than a soft and cushy human worm? In other words, completely unaffected by weaknesses like hunger, fatigue, and old age. You could call that eternal life, couldn’t you?"
"Eternal life? That’s why you kidnapped me? Eternal life?"
Well, that dream explained... absolutely fucking nothing. Greed wakes up, and the first thing he does is gaze out the window in the external foyer, watching the snow and fog for a long time. Anyone watching him will notice he actually looks pretty content, though he's definitely just as ill as he was at the beginning of this extended stay in murder hospital. Eventually, though, he sees fit to wander off and examine the newly opened section of the hospital, first heading into the shooting range though he doesn't seem interested in firing the crossbows, instead examining all of the divots in the wall.]
Looks like someone was a lousy shot.
[Eventually, he makes his way to the pool and looks.... incredibly excited, despite the really odd smell coming from it because water. He's so switching into the hilariously old fashioned swimsuit because he doesn't see anything wrong with it anyway and proceeds to spend most of the afternoon apparently really enjoying himself. He's not a bad swimmer, either.]
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Unlike last week, QQ is incredibly peppy, even in the mornings. So much so that anyone (except George and Madison) walking around the foyer in the mornings might be greeted with a flying hug. Sorry, fellow patients, she just wants to share her excitement with everyone!
Once she's done hopefully not traumatizing people in the foyer, she'll be off exploring the entirety of the new area. In particular, she'll be examining the pool and the changing rooms. ...Yes, rooms. She'll be entering the men's changing room without a care in the name of investigation and hot bods.
May your local deity save you all from this violator of personal boundaries. ]
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