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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[carnivorously]

[That dream was telling. It was terrifying in all sorts of ways, yet there was something soothing about seeing an old friend and professor again. One who Kogami is likely dragging down to his level. However, it’s a state of emergency now, isn’t it? Sacrifices must be made.

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.]

shooting range

[imaginex]

[Kogami isn't alone in the shooting range. A girl with purple hair has been there for hours (not that he'd know this), a stream of arrows cocked back before she lets them fly, one by one. They all hit the bullseye or close to it.

Her awareness leaves much to be desired, however. At no point does she glance around her surroundings. If she pauses, it's only to breathe heavily and wipe a sheen of sweat from her forehead, because archery is more work than people give it credit]

[carnivorously]

[It's hard to miss Sakura in the shooting range, especially since despite her appearance, she looks like she's truly in her element. Like she's a traditional Japanese woman. It fits the dishes she tried making, too.

Still, her accuracy is nothing to scoff at. It's good to see she has something to help her now, to keep with her so she can defend herself.]

You must be an archery club member.

[He says this from behind her, but there's distance in case he startles her. After all, he doesn't need an arrow to the body anywhere.]

[imaginex]

[She's less startled and more drawn out of a daze, glancing curiously behind her. With that awareness also comes the sensation of pain - having been too eager to get started, Sakura had forgone the usual attire that comes with archery. Her left arm is gonna be nursing that bruise for days.]

Yes, I joined my freshman year. [After a pause, she lowers the bow all the way and turns towards him.] I was surprised to find this in a hospital, but... it shouldn't go to waste, either.

[carnivorously]

It's concerning to find this in a hospital, that's true.

[There's no doubt, in Kogami's mind, this hospital has been used as a hunting grounds of sort before.]

However, you're right. You shouldn't let your skills go to waste, especially if it concerns your survival.

[imaginex]

[H-haha... admitting with a wince:]

I meant competition-wise, honestly.

[She glances at her bow]

I personally don't think bowmanship is good for survival; if someone is coming after you, it might take too long to pull string back, nock the arrow, and take aim. Especially if you're running.

So that's why they're better for hunting.

[carnivorously]

[Survival is the only thing on Kogami's mind, if he's being completely honest.]

No, but if it's you or them and you're able to hide and get a good spot, you'll win with your skill.

[Though she's right. Kogami is the type to bring a knife to a gun fight knowing they would be superior.]

[imaginex]

[Everyone praising her so casually is going to start feeling addictive; this is no time to look pleased, and she knows it.

So she tries to school her expression (doesn't work) and offers up timidly:]

Only if I kept a bow in my room. I don't think I'd be quick enough to run away.

[As if it matters anyway, her mind whispers. Either you're dead back home, or someone else is.

Sakura's smile drops and her eyes flicker to the side] No... I should leave the bow, here.

[carnivorously]

You should probably keep a bow in your room, just in case. Something is better than nothing if you end up in trouble.

[It's true it may not work, but with how proficient she is with it, she could buy time or injure someone should she find herself in danger.

Or even have it as a false sense of safety just to sleep at night.]

Kitchen

[nachetanya]

Have you considered eating lemons?

[ this might seem like a random question from the bunny girl who is in the midst of eating an apple here, kinda lurking around behind him as he's working on the hamburgers.

... what is this meat prep style? ]

[carnivorously]

They're tart and sour, so no. Why?

[His prep style is just getting some ground beef, adding some spices like oregano, chopped onions, garlic, and pressing it into a patty before he throws it into a frying pan.]

[nachetanya]

Well, mixing them with water could remove the smell of ash from my hair. So eating it might clear out your mouth too.

[ #logic.

She never said she knew chemistry. ]

[carnivorously]

My tastebuds are already sensitive from not smoking almost an entire day, so trying to clean my mouth out in any sense would make it worse.

[It's nice being able to taste food better, but he's really not used to food having a strong taste (or a general taste at all).]

[nachetanya]

Oh would it...? But lemons have a very pleasant flavor.

[ . . . um ]

[carnivorously]

They're nice as a seasoning or to help flavor something, however, by themselves they're far too sour and tart for my liking.

[nachetanya]

Oh, really? I suppose that's the case with most people here...

[ She sure is slicing a lemon now though. ]

[carnivorously]

In the end, it really does boil down to everyone's individual taste.

[And flipping his patty to the other side so it cooks evenly.]

Shooting range

[heritrix]

[Hey, Kogami, someone else is here standing in silence. Except where you're standing in the open, staring unhappily at the bullet holes pockmarking the walls, Rin is at the back of the room, in a shadow, hard to see place near the door. She doesn't look like she's doing anything special beyond watching three different people practicing their archery.]

[carnivorously]

[Kogami does spot her there and goes up to her.]

Something on your mind?

[heritrix]

Hm? [She doesn't startle, but she does take a back instinctively deeper into the shade.] Oh, not really. I was simply watching the practice.

[All three of the people up there seem to have an idea of what they're doing, even if they're unused to the particular weapon they're handling.]

They're good, aren't they?

[But she already knew that about Sakura.]

[carnivorously]

They are. That's probably a good thing for them in this setting.

[Especially for Sakura. She's so demure that he worried, but maybe he didn't need to.]

[heritrix]

You mean for self-defense? [She snorts a little.] So long as they're attacked from 10 meters away, I guess.

[carnivorously]

Better than nothing, if we're being honest.

[Some of these people can't even hold a knife, so...]

[heritrix]

That's true.

[Agreeing to that softly, she returns to watching Sakura the archers at work, but somehow her gaze seems far away.]

You're not going to join them? I thought you'd love this sort thing.

[Maybe not with a bow, but he is a detective, so a projectile weapon seems more like his style. Plus these are actual weapons they have now, as opposed to the steak knives.]

[carnivorously]

Archery is something that's pretty dead by my time. I'm better with guns.

[Though she's right-- he probably should be trying to figure out how to use that crossbow. However, that might be more terrifying than him wielding knives.]