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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[imaginex]

["You're going to obey me like always, right?"

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.]

[georgeous]

[ George has seen Sakura here earlier and not really thought anything of it. Sports and training are good ways to keep yourself distracted and there' nothing wrong with that. He finds himself yearning for a good work-out as well.

It's only when he takes another walk after dinner and finds her still there, as if no hours have passed at all, that it concerns him.

For a moment he watches silent and only speaks up when she's out of arrows for the time being. ]

Don't you get exhausted?

[imaginex]

[Exhaustion? There's plenty of that, but in the face of the girl's willpower, it doesn't count for much. In fact, her uncomprehending stare seems to suggest she's barely taken notice of her surroundings.]

Just a little. [Then, uncertainly, while wiping the sweat from her forehead:] Is it late?

[georgeous]

[ .......... this is just the slightest bit unsettling. Sakura had not been on the List Of People To Worry About so far, but she might be getting a raise there. ]

Yes. Most of us have eaten already. You meanwhile... I've seen you here hours ago, don't tell me you didn't notice.

[imaginex]

[Put on the spot, Sakura drops her stare as if chastised by an adult, and that's not far from the truth. She, uh... really didn't notice the time, and the fact her stomach suddenly claws at her for attention means George isn't kidding.]

I'm sorry, sometimes I get really engrossed in my practice. [She gestures awkwardly toward the range] I never expected a hospital to have an archery range, so I might've overdone it.

[georgeous]

[ Well, if he is already being invited to look at the range, he may as well give another stare to the display of Sakura's incredible aim. ]

This looks like more than just school club skill and focus. Did you learn it for any special reason?

archery room

[ossifragant]

[Greed watches her for a while, not sure if he should say anything, especially because he knows enough about archery to know it's better not to surprise or interrupt someone. When she starts towards setting up a new target, he'll speak.]

You're a hell of a shot. That's incredible.

[It's pretty clearly admiration.]

[imaginex]

[She's going to be startled one way or another, though it's not because of Greed. Archery tends to funnel her focus with needle-point precision until she's lost track of everything else. Thus at the sound of his voice, she looks around like she's not entirely sure where she is. How long has she even been in here?]

Greed-san.

[--Oh wait that was a compliment, wasn't it? Flustered, she gives a short, embarrassed bow] Th-thank you! Though I'm a bit out of practice.

[ossifragant]

[He chuckles.]

If that's out of practice, I'd like to see how you do once you've gotten the hang of things.

[imaginex]

[Damn it, Greed, she's weak to praise]

Well... one day I'd love to be able to hit moving targets. [Sounds a little dark... which she realizes belatedly.]

F-for competitions, I mean!

[ossifragant]

[That makes him laugh again, gently.]

Of course. It doesn't look like this place is equipped for anything mechanical like that.

[halleberry]

...Matou-san, is everything okay?

[ Tsubasa's peeked in on her every now and again; it doesn't seem as though Sakura noticed at all, but, it's been a few hours now, and to Tsubasa's knowledge, Sakura hasn't left the spot, let alone the room. ]

You've been shooting targets since this morning.

[imaginex]

[Well... there are welts all along the underside of her left arm, a mark of poor form or poor concentration, so there is something amiss in paradise, but Sakura can't feel the pain over the demands of her brain.

If you keep shooting, you don't have to think.

Yes, yes she knows.]

Aa-- yes, I'm fine! [She rights herself, bow dropping to her side as she calls out to the other girl with a smile] I just wanted to get a good exercise in.

[halleberry]

You're rather dedicated to it...I'm impressed, really.

[ Even in spite of the tell-tale signs on her arm that indicate that she's probably an amateur...well, if that's the case, it just makes her accuracy all the more notable. ]

But, ah, there is such a thing as overworking a muscle. There's a reason why people tend to exercise different parts of the body over the span of several days. If you train one particular area too hard, your body won't be able to repair the microtraumas quickly enough to result in any beneficial gains. ...In other words, if you push yourself too hard, it defeats the purpose of the exercise.

[imaginex]

[Those were a lot of words and Sakura suspects it all leads to "Maybe you should take a break."

And she would, but--]

It's true; my captain always warns us to be careful and not fatigue our muscles, otherwise we can't compete. [She shakes her head] But it's alright, I'm making sure to take breaks between sets.

[She's even placing her bow on the ground. See? It's fine...]

[halleberry]

Unless you count long strolls as exercise, I don't do much of it, myself, so the fact that you've even gone so far as to practice like this is something I find very admirable. But I'd rather not see you work yourself to the bone, is all.

[ Is that a bit hypocritical of her? ]

Still, you're quite a good shot, from what I can see, so I don't blame you for wanting to capitalize on a hot streak.

[nachetanya]

Sakura.

[ A soft baby bird voice reaches across the room to the other, the bunny girl crossing her arm over her stomach as she's going to talk o the other... honestly, somewhere close to the time that the kitchen would be closing. What's she still doing out? Good question, who knows. ]

[imaginex]

... Tanya-san.

[At this point, Sakura has been scolded by a few people - and yet always looped back here, seeking adrenaline and peace of mind that comes from emptying your thoughts. But now she's well and truly tired, scratched up, and probably looking shallow from the lack of food.]

Um... what time is it?

[nachetanya]

The kitchen is going to close any minute now.

[ so... well, it was 9:53 when she left the foyer behind, which means that it's probably somewhere in the ballpark of 9:55 now. ]

[imaginex]

Aaa...

I guess I didn't notice the time. I'm sorry.

[nachetanya]

I don't know if you need to apologize to me.

Archery Room

[journalname]

Ah, here you are!

[It's only early afternoon, and this is the first time Asgore has come to the archery room. So, though he has not crossed paths with Sakura yet today, he does not think a great deal of it to find her here now. Probably they just missed each other before.

It seems like he had something on his mind, but he stops to watch what she's doing.]

Gosh. You are very good at that!

[imaginex]

Thank you, Asgore-san!

[She's gotten enough attention for her skills that she's used to an audience now, though Asgore watching her does earn a more pleased response. Sakura lifts her head a little.]

I'm still new to the sport, so having a place to practice is nice...

[Y'know, besides the disrepair and the curious-looking damage to the walls and floor.]

[journalname]

[Yeah, he's clearly taking note of the state of the room for the first time himself. The disrepair is to be expected here, but the damage is...concerning...]

I would not have thought you a beginner. How long have you been at it? [He moves to take another crossbow from the shelves, holding it rather gingerly as he looks at it.] This is human technology I'm a little more familiar with, but I do not know how to use them myself.

[imaginex]

Um... a little over a year, I think. I practice a lot, but I know I can improve.

[Her heart seizes awkwardly when he holds the crossbow; it doesn't suit him, that dangerous thing, and she'd rather he put it down.]

You've seen crossbows before? [She walks over to him, still armed with her bow, glancing at the contraption herself] They're easier to handle than a bow. [She points at the trigger] See? The crossbow does all the work while the person aims, so you don't need a large amount of strength to handle them.