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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[dangerousfool]

[Well that sucks. GlaDOS was activated again, and that's truly terrible. Welp.

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?

fort

[crywiththesaints]

...Is there a reason for this?

[dangerousfool]

I had to practice how to make a good shelter.

[Does that explain everything?]

[crywiththesaints]

Ah. Worried about more incentives, I take it?

windows;

[enhancements]

[Wesker tends to spend his evenings in here, if he's not spending them in his room or doing something to otherwise occupy himself; the fort is...new, and Wheatley being here is also somewhat unexpected but it isn't altogether unwelcome either. Wesker's been in a noticeably better mood today than he has been for the entire past two weeks, and so at the very least his answer won't be, like. Utterly dismal or something because he's got an unfortunate tendency to be the biggest cynic in the room.]

Why - are you planning on staying...?

[...Okay, it's not an answer at all, but really, why are you asking something like that, man.]

[dangerousfool]

I don't want to return to the facility, and now there's less reason to do that. I, uh...I accidentally woke her up while I was trying to escape? And she's not happy.

[Understatement. But yeah, you know who 'her' is, Wesker]

I'll stay in this world.

[enhancements]

[Ahhh, so the Red Queen's girlfriend is awake.]

Well, I'd imagine that you can probably survive here even if the others can't. Benefits of being mechanical and all.

CAKE

[cthulwho]

[...okay so Lovecraft was originally a little wary of this fort, but any concern he might've had evaporates when he spots the cake.

He's just gonna...peer in before sneaking a piece...]

[dangerousfool]

[This time it'll be sweet, that's for sure. Look at all that chocolate! It's so gooey it's a bit hard to take a piece, but soon you'll have a piece of cake for you.

It's so gooey it's almost tough to chew]

Oh. That's the latest attempt! Cake #82, I think.

[cthulwho]

[Lovecraft's attention quickly snaps toward Wheatley.]

Oh, it's yours?

[He's...suddenly a little apprehensive as he turns back to the cake, but hey. Maybe Wheatley's figured out the sweetness factor? It sure looks nice and chocolatey.

...

While others might be turned off by the vast amount of chocolate, Lovecraft actually seems to enjoy it. And by enjoy, I mean he just looks not completely confused like he did with the last of Wheatley's cakes that he sampled.]

This is an improvement. [...] A very generous amount of chocolate.

[It's so rich.

It's nice.]

fort

[gymasstics]

[Oh hey, it's the blanket fort! Nozomi doesn't move to enter- or take any cake yet- but she'll admire Wheatley's handiwork.]

You really upgraded the place, didn't you?

[The nails are a little excessive, but she's not about to lecture a damn robot.]

[dangerousfool]

I did! I was thinking: if I want to survive out there, I'll need to know how to build a shelter. I'm doing great, if I say so myself!

[This fort is bound to be almost a permanent fixture, unless someone's really determined to rip it off from the floor]

[gymasstics]

That's a good idea. Looks pretty sturdy, too!

[She'll shake the fort a little bit to prove her point. ...Gently. It is still cardboard and blankets.]

Will you need a shelter though, Robot-san? I thought electronics did better in cool places.

foyer

[positivespin]

[ That sure is a QQ sitting on the fort, swinging her legs slightly. And is that a stick and cloth she's holding? Whatever she's up to though, she's clearly having a ball, considering the cheerful humming. ]

[dangerousfool]

[An invader? On his fort? Say it ain't so!]

What are you doing up there? Did you come to invade? What's that in your hand, a flag claiming this place as your possession?

[It doesn't seem like Wheatley's playing along, more like...he's not sure about this development]

[positivespin]

Yup, this place looked like it needed a flag! What do you want on it? QQ got a blue one because you look like a blue.

[ She prooobably should have asked that before she made her way up there, but QQ is definitely doing before thinking today. ]

Foyer

[aspiringly]

[.........Everything just keeps getting weirder around here, doesn't it.]

That's a strange place to put a cake.

[dangerousfool]

Why? It's inside my fort.

[And since it's his fort and his cake, he doesn't see the problem]

I needed a place to put the cake at for a while. Looking better than last week's, right?

[aspiringly]

My natural assumption would be that leaving it in the dining room or the kitchen would be acceptable.

[But it's not like he's here to nag Wheatley about where he puts his cakes, so eh.]

I suppose it does. Are you planning to bake one every week?

later

[yourpiecenow]

Well, tons of people live in San Francisco without too many problems. It might be fine.

[quiet for a bit.]

Are you even really alive in the first place? [sounds weirdly bitter]

[dangerousfool]

I'm not sure, but I think San Francisco is far away from Michigan...maybe I should start getting there.

[Or...to this world's version of San Francisco, at least. Madison's bitterness flies over his head, he doesn't even notice it]

Of course I'm alive. Why wouldn't I be?

Windows

[journalname]

Wherever we are now, the world must be so much larger than this. I am sure there are many places that would be good to live in. Do you think you would like to live around a lot of people?

[dangerousfool]

That'd be nice, but what if nobody knows what a machine is?

[Judging by his experiences with a few people here, that's not a possibility Wheatley is thrilled about]

Window

[heritrix]

[For the record, Wheatley, Rin saw that cake earlier and declared it a public safety hazard. But she's a little bit bummed she didn't get to do something she wanted today, and is thus sulking here too. She didn't even notice he was there at first, but... Oh well, too late now. And maybe she should converse without being an ass.]

Whatever it is, it's either very good or very bad. There's no middle ground.

[dangerousfool]

It can't be too bad, there must be people outside. People like the Transmitter.

[...he has been wondering for a while...]

You think the Transmitter is human?