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

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[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

[ossifragant]

I can't say I do, no. I don't know how much the world has changed since I last saw it, to be honest.

[cadmiums]

What do you mean?

[ossifragant]

I've been... out of commission for a long time, you could say.

[cadmiums]

...out of commission?

[ossifragant]

I was imprisoned for a long time. Over one hundred years, if my profile is accurate.

[...]

Not for any crime, exactly. For refusing to obey the person who created me.

[cadmiums]

I'm sorry, I- [ He clearly doesn't know what to say.]

If it's not too much to ask...what do you mean created?

[ossifragant]

I'm a homunculus. An artificial person. I wasn't born like a normal person is.

[cadmiums]

Oh, I see...That doesn't mean you should be treated differently, or horribly, especially by the one who created you.

[ossifragant]

I agree.

Unfortunately, she didn't see it that way.

[cadmiums]

[...]

I hope you have your freedom, even after all of this.

[ossifragant]

[He smiles.]

Thank you. I hope so, too.

[cadmiums]

I think...theres a reason we were all brought here even if we weren't chosen specifically. Maybe fate can be kind in its own way.

[ossifragant]

Maybe. I'd like to think that. Fate doesn't need to be a dreary thing.

[cadmiums]

I've heard fate can be incredibly cruel.

[ossifragant]

Yes. It can. But it doesn't have to be.

[cadmiums]

[ He hesitates for a moment before he replies. ]

I hope that's true for all of us.

[ossifragant]

Yeah. Me too.