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

[armamenta]

[...you know what, he can absolutely understand that.]

What sort of abilities did she have?

[This sounds like A Story.]

[enhancements]

Outside of what one would expect from someone attempting to kill me, she also had limited telekinetic abilities. [who the fuck is alexia ashford] And there were several of her besides, likely due to one of those little side projects we've discussed.

[You know. Clones.]

[armamenta]

[So a psychic clone. As you do.]

Sounds interesting, I can see why you'd find that an entertaining dream. How did she end up with telekinetic abilities anyway? Was she created that way?

[enhancements]

...I believe so. She was created by one of our scientists, I'm not altogether sure what he did to her.

[...Or...where he is now, for that matter. Given that Wesker didn't hear from him in ten fucking years, he's probably dead? Huh.]

[armamenta]

[Good job, Wesker...???]

Well, at least you had an entertaining dream.

[enhancements]

I take it yours was less so?

[armamenta]

It wasn't terrible, but it raised some more questions.

I fought Leon Kennedy, but was interrupted by some woman. The fight itself was interesting; shame it didn't end the way I wanted.

[...he guesses??? This is so strange.]

[enhancements]

...That does raise some questions. Were you there to kill him?

[armamenta]

Yeah. I seemed pretty fond of the idea, too.

[For... some... reason...???]

[enhancements]

...That just begs the question of what he did.

[armamenta]

Exactly. I didn't particularly hate him at the moment; I was just doing what I had been told to do.

[So this somehow explained nothing. Thanks, memories??]

[enhancements]

Perhaps that's all it is, then - I'm not unfamiliar with the concept. Sometimes you kill people because they need to get out of the way.

That doesn't mean you can't enjoy doing it, even if you don't hate the person in question.

[...This...is not a particularly sane conversation, is it, um.]

[armamenta]

It seems strange given what I remembered after waking up here. I'm sure there's an explanation, but I don't have it yet.

[Until then it's just going to be sort of frustrating.]