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

[dangerousfool]

I had to practice how to make a good shelter.

[Does that explain everything?]

[crywiththesaints]

Ah. Worried about more incentives, I take it?

[dangerousfool]

That too. I'll have to make a fort in my bedroom too, just in case.

[Wheatley taps the top of the fort, the blanket flapping around]

But it's mostly for when I'm out of here. It'll be like going to camp, but instead of a tent it'll be a fort. Better to learn now than while I'm out there!

[crywiththesaints]

In a storm that's been running for two weeks. You're a dedicated survivalist.

[dangerousfool]

It can't be that hard to do.

[Wheatley seems rather confident about his chances of survival. Then again...he's not known for having good ideas. What a surprise]

[crywiththesaints]

I suppose you've remembered bad news, then.

[dangerousfool]

Very bad news. I'm not going back to my world. Ever. She can't catch me if I'm not in the same world than her. It's a foolproof plan.

[crywiththesaints]

Ah, so an enemy. We've certainly heard enough about those in the past week.

[dangerousfool]

Something like that. Very bad AI, almost killed me. I'll thank the Transmitter for fixing me, I thought I wouldn't survive!

[crywiththesaints]

I suppose this "she" turned against her masters, then?

[dangerousfool]

She did, she very did. Everyone's dead.

[Wheatley sounds...strangely detached about that. Looks like he didn't put much stock in the lives of the many humans that died]

[crywiththesaints]

So you can kill a robot, then. It's good to see you're being careful, in that case, even if the execution is a little odd.