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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[carnivorously]

[Survival is the only thing on Kogami's mind, if he's being completely honest.]

No, but if it's you or them and you're able to hide and get a good spot, you'll win with your skill.

[Though she's right. Kogami is the type to bring a knife to a gun fight knowing they would be superior.]

[imaginex]

[Everyone praising her so casually is going to start feeling addictive; this is no time to look pleased, and she knows it.

So she tries to school her expression (doesn't work) and offers up timidly:]

Only if I kept a bow in my room. I don't think I'd be quick enough to run away.

[As if it matters anyway, her mind whispers. Either you're dead back home, or someone else is.

Sakura's smile drops and her eyes flicker to the side] No... I should leave the bow, here.

[carnivorously]

You should probably keep a bow in your room, just in case. Something is better than nothing if you end up in trouble.

[It's true it may not work, but with how proficient she is with it, she could buy time or injure someone should she find herself in danger.

Or even have it as a false sense of safety just to sleep at night.]

[imaginex]

[That he encourages her to swipe a bow for herself is admittedly sweet. And amusing.

She grants him a look that is tinged with amusement]

Tohsaka-senpai would scold you if she heard that.

Did you ever return the knifes to the kitchen?

[carnivorously]

Nope.

[Fuck no, he's never returning them. They're his weapon in case he's attacked.]

[imaginex]

[Kogami you hellion.]

That's not very nice.

[She says while giggling.]

[carnivorously]

What's not nice is someone demanding I return them and then wondering if I stashed them somewhere unmentionable.

[WILL HE EVER LET THIS GO? The answer is honestly, no. No he will never get it go.]

[imaginex]

[She's about to break out into a fit of laughter at this rate.

Isn't Tohsaka-senpai great?]

Im sure she meant it as a joke. Like I said, maybe it means she appreciates your company.

[carnivorously]

I still highly doubt that.

[At least when it was said at that time.]

[imaginex]

Well, please try not to hold it against her.

[She says, while nocking another arrow, glancing at some of the farther targets. She has no plans to shoot yet; it's just comforting having her arrow at the ready]

Do you also shoot, Shinya-san...? I admit, you don't seem much like a bowman.

[carnivorously]

I'm good with guns, but not a bow.

[That should be of little surprise from someone who is a detective, really.]

[imaginex]

[No, it's not surprising, though she glances at the ammunition lined up behind them with a wary stare]

I see...

I suppose the shooting gallery won't be of much use to you, then.

[carnivorously]

Not without a weapon I can use, no.

[He sure as hell would be using it if he had a gun, though.]

[imaginex]

[H-hahaha, weapon.

Whelp she's just gonna slide right over that, fidgeting slightly.]

It might be better like this. I don't know what would happen if guns were available like the bows are.

[carnivorously]

Things would become more dangerous. However, with the appearance of ammunition, I have no doubt a firearm will become available to us, soon.

[The first two weeks were just the honeymoon, he thinks. Now they're in for probably a bloody mess.]

[imaginex]

[Wonderful, a blood-spilt free for all]

... Yes, it's likely.

[Though she sounds almost unmoved by the fact today. After a pause]

I wouldn't be surprised if one comes through the vending machine.

[carnivorously]

Neither would I, now that I think about it.

[He's already deemed that fucking machine as evil, so...]

[imaginex]

[Dwelling silently on that, Sakura pivots, takes aim - no not at Kogami, she has manners - and takes a shot at the farthest target from her strange angle. It's with some satisfaction that the arrow skirts at the bullseye and disrupts the gathering of arrows there, some of them even falling off.

What a terrible thought, but it's nice not being the weakest person in the facility]

You should try it some day. It's very relaxing.

[carnivorously]

Perhaps I will. I prefer more contact forms of workouts, but it's something to do if the dojo and the pool end up not being enough.

[And learning something new would be fun. If anything else, he can try to figure out how to use one of those crossbows if he can...]

[imaginex]

[As if hearing his thoughts:]

I don't prefer them myself, but the crossbows only require aim.

[they're more efficient as weapons]

[carnivorously]

I get why traditional bows and arrows are nice, but here... you might be thinking about figuring out how to use a crossbow.

[He's only trying to look out for her. She needs to protect herself and he can't promise he can do that.]

[imaginex]

[She... hesitates on that, bow dropped back to her side and her expression twisting]

... It probably doesn't matter.

[carnivorously]

[There she goes again.]

Do you want to step out for a bit? Maybe we could go to the kitchen for some tea and talk.

[He sees her dwelling on something and maybe it's best to either make her talk to get her mind off of it.]

[imaginex]

[That nearly causes her to recoil, and for a moment she looks trapped. If she goes with him, well... Sakura has faith in her abilities to keep secrets to herself.

It's when force is applied that she bursts, and what will come out of her if she keeps talking? She's terrified of that.

... But those fears are laughably secondary, and she knows it, and that's why after a couple of seconds, her shoulders relax in resignation]

Okay. [She puts her bow and arrows away]

[carnivorously]

[Well, he was worried she would reject the idea, but he's glad she's agreed to it. So out they go. If he needs to apply that force to make her burst, then so be it. It's why he's trying to get her away from everyone so a scene doesn't happen so publicly.]

Let's go. I'll make something for us.

[Something laughably easy, or just get some crackers and snacks and tea, but... it's something...

To the kitchen they start to go.]