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

[journalname]

I cannot imagine many sports should be present in a hospital. The dojo is not much better - those who are sick should not be sparring.

...is the pool typical for a hospital, though...? [It seems like it could be good for low-impact exercise?]

[imaginex]

It makes a little more sense than the dojo and here, but I've never heard of a hospital having something like this, no.

[After a pause, she steps back with a sigh, rubbing the side of her arm]

We might find out more if other areas open. It seems to be happening every week.

[Y'know, after someone dies]

[journalname]

That does seem to be the case...

[From the way he sobers, it seems like he got the unspoken connection just fine.

But they don't need to talk about that.]

Oh, but I was looking for you! I wanted to thank you again for returning that sweater to me - I have remembered where it came from, now!

[imaginex]

You did?

[Oh she is praying someone in this forsaken hospital got a happy memory. Sakura turns to him with her full attention]

Did um... your son make it for you?

[journalname]

No - my other child, Chara, did! I have adopted a human child who fell into the Underground, it seems.

[It's still a little bittersweet, talking about monster-human adoption here. But at least now he knows that Chara and Arietta are totally unrelated to each other, the former not being a dream inspired by the latter.]

I am a little unclear on the timeframe still, but they must have been with us for a while already, to have made this. [Both because of the complexity of the knitting project, and the sentiment.]

[imaginex]

Aaah, I see! You have two children.

[And there is a deep-seated delight that hits close to home, in hearing that Asgore of all people monsters adopted someone. What a fortunate child Chara must be.]

This was so sweet of them, then! I haven't knitted before, but I know it can be tricky to keep the stitches even.

[With an amused giggle:] And that sweater really suited you, too.

[journalname]

It can! And it must have taken ages, don't you think? Especially with the lettering...

[He smiles fondly, looking down at it.]

You can tell that they put a lot of effort into it.

[imaginex]

[That smile breaks her heart a little]

... You must be a wonderful father.

[journalname]

...thank you.

[His smile turns sad - but then, it was already sad a little.]

I wonder how they are doing back home. I have never been away for this long. There is hardly anywhere I could go, in the Underground.

[imaginex]

Missing you, I'm sure... but that isn't your fault.

[She shakes her head a little]

You said your wife is a very capable leader, yes? She must be taking care of everything while you're here.

[journalname]

Oh, yes. Probably much more capably than I would be, were I in her shoes.

[He chuckles fondly.]

I do not mean to say that she would not also be worried! But she would not let it overcome her.

[imaginex]

Right! Then that means you can focus on getting out of here with the rest of us. Your kingdom will be there when you return.

[journalname]

Of course. As king, my first responsibility must always be to my people...but I know they are in good hands. The best thing for everyone is to focus on returning to them.

[imaginex]

Yes -- oh, though... if you wanted to, maybe you could make your family something while you're here?

[journalname]

Oh? Did you have something in mind?

[imaginex]

Well, anything from clothes, to new recipes...

[She doesn't have a concrete idea, just listing out possibilities]

[journalname]

Ha. Toriel is much better at those things than I. Perhaps if we ever find some good plants, I could make up a few new blends of tea...