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

[protectandselfserve]

[Another murder, another execution disturbingly tailored to the culprit, another... well, it's probably a lost memory, isn't it? Hmmm.

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.]

pool

[crywiththesaints]

Somebody's happy. [Sakura walks in, eyebrows raised.] Are you sure that's safe?

[protectandselfserve]

Well, the food is, and I think it'd be boring if we died of some sort of infection instead of murdering each other.

So I'm going to assume if it looks clean, it is clean.

[crywiththesaints]

That may be true enough. You must be having fun, finally getting what you want.

[protectandselfserve]

I definitely am! I must say, it's probably even better than having pie for dinner, I'd think.

[crywiththesaints]

You're the sort who always gets what he's after at home, aren't you?

p o o l

[cthulwho]

[At some point, when Gant nears the deep end Lovecraft's just gonna emerge from the depths.

Because that's normal.]

Oh, hello.

[...]

I was wondering when you'd show up here.

[Did he just not notice Gant until now...]

[protectandselfserve]

...

[...you know. he was really wondering.]

Ah. I was wondering if you were okay down there, actually!

[cthulwho]

I've been asked that a few times today. [For very good reason, though Lovecraft doesn't seem to get that.] I'm fine, though.

What about you? You must be...happy, right?

[protectandselfserve]

...are you actually an amphibian, or...?

[HE... HAD TO ASK...]

And yes, I certainly am! I'm having a wonderful time!

[cthulwho]

No. I am myself.

[Lord.]

Are you going to start practicing now that there's a pool? Maybe...you can race some of the others...

pool

[carnivorously]

[Well, he may as well swim and wear that tacky swimsuit they have. It works and that is all that matters.

Hello, Gant... you seem to be enjoying yourself. Kogami will just dive into the pool as well and float for now. Later maybe they can race or talk or talk of Hyper-Oats.]

[protectandselfserve]

[S W I M M I N G...

...

oh, hey.]

Having fun, there, Kogy? I know I am!

[carnivorously]

You seem like you're in your element.

[Kogami is less so, but swimming is a form of working out, so it works!]

[protectandselfserve]

I definitely am! And hey, I guess this pool kicks this place up a notch from what you have back home, eh?

[carnivorously]

It does. Honestly, it's nice to just go in a pool facility without trying to ask for permission like a five year old.

[Yay having less rights than others...]

pool

[ossifragant]

[Greed looks like he's just as excited.]

Looks like you're enjoying yourself. The water nice?

[protectandselfserve]

It's completely wonderful! I really should leave Mitsy a nice message thanking her for giving us access the pool.

[ossifragant]

Can't say I blame you there, this is definitely a treat after everything that's happened.

[four people are dead, etc, etc]

[protectandselfserve]

It truly is a shame that four people died for our pool. We must all remember their sacrifices so long as we live.

[ossifragant]

Yeah.

Makes me wonder what people will die for next.

[He sits on the edge of the pool, because he's apparently being contemplative or something.]

You enjoy swimming, I take it?

Kitchen

[journalname]

Ah! Nachetanya and I were just discussing doing something like this!

[Asgore moves over to look at the sign-up list. At least one person will not need to be press-ganged!]

[protectandselfserve]

Oh, good! I'm glad the suggestion wasn't forgotten amidst... well, everything that happened yesterday, I suppose, hahaha!

[journalname]

Indeed...

[yeah that sure was. a thing that happened.]

I still do think it is a good idea. For...more reasons than one. [That one being "so that we're more prepared for the next murder trial." Asgore would like to believe there won't be a next one.]

[protectandselfserve]

Precisely! Not everyone here can cook, after all, and I'm sure we'd be happiest with the best cooks handling things.

[LET'S DEFLECT FROM THE BAD THINGS.]