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]

No...?

[ should she???

... What's a pop tart??? ]

[yourpiecenow]

God, all of you are from tragic fucking hellholes...

Smoothies are amazing. You basically just take a whole bunch of shit, throw it in a blender, and blend the fuck out of it until it's basically liquid.

[nachetanya]

[ . . . ]

Could you show me how to make one, this once?

[yourpiecenow]

[can she

sure she can she's been to enough jamba juices in her life she can handle this.]

Fine. Gather up all the shit you feel like blending, and I'll make the magic happen.

[nachetanya]

So things... which would be good as a liquid?

[ What a weird question...

... Well she'll leave the fruit as is, maybe eggs? she's gonna go get eggs. ]

[yourpiecenow]

-- What? What the fuck, not eggs! Why would you pick eggs?

[angrily critiques all of your choices while offering none of her own]

[nachetanya]

-But eggs already are liquid-like?!

[yourpiecenow]

You know you're going to eat this, right? We're not just blending random shit together for shits and gigs. This will be going into our fucking mouths.

[nachetanya]

Yes?! ... What would you recommend, then?!

[ GOD okay she'll put the eggs back ]

[yourpiecenow]

Well, we have fruit. What goes with fruit? What do you eat with fruit? [this is educational you don't just give your students the answers.]

[nachetanya]

[ the fruit was going in... Okay. Um. Hmm... ]

Honey?

[yourpiecenow]

Ding ding ding! Point for Tanya! You have finally grasped basic object association.

... Honestly, we probably shouldn't get too complicated for the first try. Fruit and honey is fine. [so she's just gonna go find the blender.] So, just chop up some fruit-- oh, we'll need ice, too. It binds everything together and shit.

[nachetanya]

Okay...

[ Well, she'll get some ice.

And some honey. She has one arm so these are both dedicated trips. But then she goes to take the apple and - ... well lemon would clash with all this. Grapes? ]

[yourpiecenow]

[this is madison doing the incredibly easier job of getting a blender with her whole two fucking arms and basically leaving tanya to do or die.]

And then you just put all that shit in here [SLAMS BLENDER ON COUNTER] and, well. Blend it.

[nachetanya]

Pressing the button and it'll just turn all this into a liquid?!

[ That's.

Amazing??? ]

[yourpiecenow]

[nods] Sure fucking will. Why don't you give it a whirl?

[nachetanya]

[ Okay, she will! With a nod, she'll look over the buttons and the labels or maybe be directed to the proper one so she might press it.

... That said, well. She only has one arm. She can't very well hold the lid and the button at the same time. ]

[yourpiecenow]

[mads has literally forgotten that the lid is a thing and does nothing to prevent this.]

[nachetanya]

[ WELP.

... GUESS THEY'RE GETTING DICED UP FRUIT ALL OVER BOTH OF THEM THEN??? OOPS??? ]

A---ah?! Is it supposed to do that?!