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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[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.

[imaginex]

-- Oh, that's um.

It's just a habit. That's all.

[nachetanya]

Oh, I see. But no, you don't need to apologize to me, even if you'll be hungry tonight.

[ Just. Saying. ]

[imaginex]

It's alright. I'm not that hungry anyway.

[Well, she is, but it's also easy to ignore]

Sometimes I'd skip meals when I was a child.

[nachetanya]

Mmm, same... but not by choice.

[ Said the princess. She walks over towards the far side of the room, speaking up - she's going to look at the targets ]

Are you sure?

[imaginex]

[A flinch; Sakura almost tells it's the same for her, it was the same...

But she doesn't dare speak of that part of her past]

... I wouldn't make it to the kitchen anyway, so I'll manage. It's okay.

[nachetanya]

it's possible something was left out in the dining room. Or we could go and try to put some coins in the vending machine.

[ She gets to the targets now, poking at the arrows lodged so near the bulleyes. Well, filling them, more like. Impressive... ]

[imaginex]

[Soft footsteps - Sakura approaches behind Nachetanya, surveying her work with a flat eye]

... Let me clean up first. I don't want to leave anything out.

[nachetanya]

Are you certain?

[ She flicks on the arrows, ]

It might be interesting to see if this is concerned "broken" for the purposes of fixing things up.

[imaginex]

You mean if everything will be put back without our involvement?

[nachetanya]

Yes.

[ She turns, and- ] Like how the crime scenes are cleaned up after trials, damaged knives are replaced, or taken pill bottles reappear.

[imaginex]

That's a good idea.

[Nodding along with some measure of intrigue, Sakura steps away from the targets]

Do you think anyone comes here to clean up? I had assumed magic wasn't available since we can't use it.

[nachetanya]

I don't know. I have a few theories, but none of them seem very likely.

[ She tilts her head: ] Why would the "enemy" limit their own magic, though?

[imaginex]

It might depend on how they're limiting ours.

If the entire building is masked in a field that eliminates the use of magecra-- [Oh, excuse her] -- um... magic, then wouldn't our captors be held to that as well? They'd need a way to cancel it out.

[Which is entirely possible, Sakura isn't saying it isn't. Really, they have no way of knowing for certain]

[nachetanya]

Ah... couldn't they set the parameters of the barrier, though? [ she flicks at the targets again ] I'd actually thought it could be parasites.

[imaginex]

[Shoulders stiffening, but she doesn't move otherwise.]

... Parasites?

[nachetanya]

Yes. At least where I'm from, it wouldn't be impossible to consider that there could be a parasitic fiend which would disable the abilities of a saint.

[imaginex]

Aa.

So you think the parasites are inside us.

[nachetanya]

I can't discount the possibility, no. The ones I know of would be visible outside the body, but...

[imaginex]

[If she doesn't keep talking, Sakura's afraid she's going to walk out of the archery room without another word.

So talk she does]

Do you know what they look like, by any chance? Or how they get inside the body?

[nachetanya]

As a fiend, the shape would be a little variable, but the ones I can picture would look like... horned mosquitoes? Perhaps several centimeters long.

[ And like she said, those would be more visible outside the body and a mosquito's entrance in is a little obvious ]