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!]

Comments

[nachetanya]

You'd think the marks would be more precise with that...

[ probably? Maybe? She keeps fiddling with the bullet, walking over to look more at what he's looking at ]

[ossifragant]

Maybe. The damage sure is weird. It doesn't look like there's anything like it in any other room we've seen, does it?

[nachetanya]

[ She considers, bringing her hand up (she's only got one of course so more using her knuckles with the bullet in her palm) to one o the divots, running it over ]

I'd need to examine things closer, but these don't appear like the sort of damage you'd get from bolts or arrows. At least not consistently.

[ossifragant]

Yeah, they're definitely not damage you'd see from arrows.

It does look like a hell of a battle happened in here.

[nachetanya]

With how damaged the rest of the hospital is, I wonder if many different things happened in it. Thus far I've only found one particularly odd thing, though.

[ossifragant]

It's definitely possible. Some of it looks like it's just damage due to disrepair, but then there are also strangely well-kept rooms here as well.

It's the kind of miss-match I'm not sure I get.

[nachetanya]

It could be as simple as some rooms were prioritized for repairs before we saw them but others weren't. But the whole thing...

[ She knocks on the wall again ] the core structure of the walls must be pretty solid, right?

[ossifragant]

I'd imagine so. If it wasn't, this place would have caved in on itself.

Unless we're going to find a room eventually where it's entirely snowed it. I'm a little surprised that hasn't happened already.

[nachetanya]

Even with these firm hidden doors, you'd think we'd feel some draft if that were the case. Honestly, I'm surprised it's as comfortable as it is anyway.

[ossifragant]

Maybe. I wouldn't necessarily be able to tell; I'd have to rely on you guys to tell me it's cold in the building.

It does make you think, though. There's a lot of strangeness going on here, beyond the "game" we've being forced to play.

[nachetanya]

Oh, are ho...mon... your species incapable of telling the temperature?

[ She flips the bullet around in her hand, to now tap that against the wall. ]

[ossifragant]

More or less, yeah. We don't rely on a number of things most people do. The cold can't exactly kill me.

[nachetanya]

Oh wow... that's amazing, but that could be inconvenient. Wouldn't that mean you wouldn't notice until too late if you froze or were lit on fire?

[ossifragant]

That, and neither would be immediately fatal under normal circumstances. It'd be inconvenient at most.

[nachetanya]

[ . . . Okay she can't keep up the teasing tone with that last bit because: ]


How can burning not be fatal?!

[ossifragant]

Our bodies regenerate.

[nachetanya]

From burning up?!

[ ??? ]

[ossifragant]

Yes.

[He laughs darkly.]

In theory, a homunculus could regenerate from having his body nearly completely destroyed, but that would probably be horrifically painful.

On a molecular level, our bodies are identical to humans, but our bodies are more fluid.

[....]

I'd demonstrate, but my abilities have been sealed.

[nachetanya]

I... would be very curious to see that.

[ But also sort of disturbed, like damn??? ] That's an incredible ability. It almost makes me repressed saint abilities seem marginal by comparison.

[ossifragant]

It's not like I'm all-powerful or anything like that, but I've always been fond of it.

[nachetanya]

Are you certain? An inability to die like that seems like the most potent power there is.

[ossifragant]

We can die.

[He seems content to leave it at that, though.]

[nachetanya]

I see. I'm sorry for assuming then.

[ She exhales and decides to clarify: ]

Such a power seemed akin to the ability of the Evil God to me, I suppose I related it's immortality.

[ossifragant]

I can see that, I guess.

[He looks thoughtful.]

Our bodies are held together through an alchemic array.

[And since he's effectively shirtless thanks to his Shield being down, the nodes on his body stand out pretty clearly like strange red tattoos.]

Since homunculi bodies are created through alchemy, we can do things with our bodies humans cannot, though we're incapable of alchemy ourselves.

[nachetanya]

Would you be willing to explain how alchemy is different than chemistry, if at all? You sound like it's ... more potent than at least any science I've heard of.

[ She said, sort of getting closer to him and his shirtlessness here to examine the array ]