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

[crywiththesaints]

That's precisely my--

[She stops, rises from her chair, and goes to look over the dinosaur bone.]

They brought that here?

[doctorize]

You recognize it?

[crywiththesaints]

Naturally. I've got an extensive collection of fossils at home, gathered from around the world.

[doctorize]

I see... then I suppose I shall be returning this to you, seeing as you are the proper owner and all.

[crywiththesaints]

My thanks. Did you need any of mine? I don't have a use for much of it.

[doctorize]

Hmm... how about these herbs? You don't mind if I hold onto them, do you?

[Hell, he's a doctor, maybe they'll come in handy at some point.]

[crywiththesaints]

Ah, Krauser was interested in those too. He's surprisingly knowledgeable in home remedies.

[doctorize]

Really? I had no idea.

[Then again, he hasn't spoken with Krauser too much yet... maybe he change that.]

[crywiththesaints]

You should speak with him. Apparently, he mixes things like that where he can -- it must be useful in his line of work.

[doctorize]

Last I checked, he was a soldier... though, I suppose knowing one's way around herbs that might be useful for healing remedies would be good for someone who spends their time on the battlefield.

[crywiththesaints]

Precisely. One can't always have what one needs on hand in a situation like that.

[doctorize]

Indeed. Until we were given access to the infirmary, I was honestly worried that we would have to resort to desperate means of getting by in the event someone here became sick or injured.

[crywiththesaints]

Foraging from the mould under the broken tiles?

[doctorize]

[Ahaha--]

Yes, that would have been terrible. Thank goodness that we have not had to do so here.

[crywiththesaints]

I'm sure it might work, but it would be disgusting, and someone would have to know what they were doing.