trustfelled | Week 3.

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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[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.

[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.]

So this is a step in the right direction? Great! I ran out of chocolate but it was worth it!

[Wheatley sounds so proud of himself]

Yes. It is much better than last week's... Though, I do hope they restock the chocolate.

[How terrible it would be if they were out forever!]

Now that I mastered the use of chocolate, there must be other options I could use...what do you think? What should be my next move?

You're asking me?

[He thinks about it. What would be a good next step...?

Oooh.]

You could try making an ice cream cake...

Ice cream cake...I know those exist, and I have photo references in my memory, but aren't those paradoxical? Wouldn't the ice cream melt in the oven?

I don't think you're supposed to bake it... It's just ice cream in the shape of a cake with frosting.

[That's how he sees it, anyway.]

Oh. I see! I can do that. I don't know how I will, but I'll think of a way, you'll see.

[Anything that happens to the ice cream and to the kitchen during the next few days is your fault, Lovecraft]

I look forward to your attempt.

[Because ice cream cake is an amazing invention.

...though if Wheatley ends up decimating the ice cream supply there are going to be Words.]

[Well looks like Wheatley found his baking objective for the baking next week. Thanks, Lovecraft!]

Why do you like sweet cakes so much? Tell me.

[An excellent question, Wheatley. For once, Lovecraft doesn't really have to stop and think about his answer.]

Because they taste good? The sensation of sweetness that comes with sugary foods is very satisfying. Not many other foods can compare in that regard.

[...]

Are you able to simulate taste?

I don't think I can. Smell is one thing, but taste is not something I can experience. [Although...] Or maybe I can and I have neer realized. I didn't know I could turn on my flashlight without dying, maybe I do can simulate taste and I just never knew it before.

[...It really says something that Wheatley manages to confuse Lovecraft in the way that Lovecraft confuses many of the others here.]

Why would your life be connected to a flashlight...?

I don't know, mate, I don't know. I never questioned those instructions. Why'd the scientists give me all those bloody functions and then tell me I'd die if I used them, I don't get it.

Maybe...they were trying to trick you?

[It really is a good question! Why would they do that otherwise?]

Oh. That must be it. I haven't ever been the most respected machine there. [He sounds a bit bitter about that] One time I almost got a job in the manufacturing section, but the foreman chose an exact copy of himself instead of me! He just--he went out of the room, and then his copy entered and said he had gotten the job, can you believe that? That was a bloody outrage, mate!

[It's doubtful they had cloning technology back then]

Edited 2017-06-21 04:08 (UTC)

[Um.

...

Hm. Lovecraft can't be so sure what exactly went on, so...]

I don't understand. You weren't built to do something specific?

[Like, what's this about a machine having to even apply for a job at the place he was (likely, not sure) built?]

...

[Wheatley falls silent, looking away. After a tense silence he shakes his head, shifting nervously]

N-No, I had--I didn't have a specific task, nope. It's complicated, but trust me on that, I had nothing to do.

[Wheatley is a rather transparent liar]

[Lovecraft may be bad at picking up certain cues, but Wheatley is being so obvious. So he just pushes on.]

Do you not like it? The task.

...no. [Wheatley seems dispirited for a moment] I really don't like to think about it. It's nothing like you're thinking, but I--I don't want to talk about that.

[Looks like Wheatley is in profound denial. Doesn't help that pretty much the next day the very thing about himself he wants to deny is shoved into an envelope as a motive this week]

[Hmm, so there is a task, though. Lovecraft doesn't press any further about it, but he does have this to offer as he samples more of the cake:]

It is fine to find a task to be tedious or irritating. They're not ever meant to be enjoyable. At least...the ones I've been contracted to do tended to be that way.

[For a moment Wheatley is silent. Tedious, irritating...yeah, those fit in some way. It's nice to hear someone would understand. Then, talking as if this is a huge effort for him, Wheatley says something else:]

What I hate the most about it is that...uh--it's because it's about something, uh, about myself. Something I don't like. It's...it's hard to talk about it.

[Looks like even admitting that much was an extraordinary effort for Wheatley]

Take that cake, it's all for you if you want. Congrats. And thanks, for your support, I mean. It's nice. You know, for someone to listen, mate.

Edited 2017-06-23 03:55 (UTC)

[!!!]

All of it...?

[Holy shit. Wheatley. He's so excited. Can you tell from the look of absolute...ly nothing resembling emotion on his face?!]

Thank you... [Oh.] And, ah...I don't mind listening. You are welcome to...vent? Yes. Vent, anytime.

[Especially if there is more cake involved.]

Edited 2017-06-23 06:03 (UTC)

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