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

[georgeous]

Hmph.

[ Despite the noise of distaste, he genuinely considers this for a moment. ]

It depends on what you're looking for in the end. And what kind of purpose you're writing for.

[nachetanya]

Mmm, I think so as well. To me, that makes the narrative more confused, that the "reader" can't draw on one perspective as the most ideal one.

[ But from the way she says it, with her little smile - she's considered Tsubasa's pov a lot ]

[georgeous]

Heroes are the example we should follow, that's right. A guideline you have when you're lost. I haven't relied on such a thing for a long time, of course, but as a child I like stories of dragonslayers and the likes.

[ Congratulations to Nachetanya for getting the quite possibly first mention of his personal life. ]

[nachetanya]

Ooooh, dragonslayers?

[ She sounds interested in that, eat least! ]

Where I'm from, there isn't a single child in the world who didn't grow up with stories about the Saint of the Single Flower or the previous two generations of Braves.

[georgeous]

[ He nods, smile widening. ]

The dragon myths of different countries very wildly, but in the area I'm from tales of dragons are stories of destruction and terrorized settlements until someone comes along who is so true of character that he can defeat the evil. Your friend Tsubasa would call them simplistic, I am sure, but there is a reason they have endured so many centuries. They're a little outdated nowadays, but still very much alive.

Such stories' heroes provide hope - whether that be the hope that the hero will save you or that you can, one day, become the hero.

[nachetanya]

Mmm, she might think it, but I don't think she'd mind either. She can accept anything.

[ But that said... ]

I think I like that sort of simple story better. I've always admired that ambition, to save people and to become a hero.

[georgeous]

Sounds like you've been preparing for your role since childhood then.

[ Whether she knew it or not... but heroism seems to be written all over Nachetanya's life in bold letters, one way or another. ]

[nachetanya]

There's no need to try to flatter me!

[ She mock-pouts, but it only lasts a moment. She laughs it off, and she looks back down at the page ]