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

[cadmiums]

[ Yeah he won't ever really get that except--]

What are you attracted to then, Yusuke?

[brushworks]

...Mm, I don't really think about such things. I mostly think about art. [ at least he's honest? ]

Gender doesn't matter to me, though.

[cadmiums]

[...]

I don't think I've ever thought about it that way.

[brushworks]

Ah, really?

[ ... ]

To be honest, I don't think I understand things like love and attraction very well. Love is beautiful and I want to depict it in my works, but I know very little about it.

[cadmiums]

[ Nod.]

It is, I... I don't understand it either, but I'm happy with what I have. [ Whatever that is.]

[brushworks]

[ He nods, and glances around to make sure there's no one else nearby. ]

By the way, are you still interested in sharing memories?

[cadmiums]

Yeah, though mine was pretty ordinary. Do you want to start first? [ He's not the best at being secretive, but hopefully the water can mask their words if anyone suddenly comes in.]

[brushworks]

Yes. [ He pauses, considering what to say. ] But first I would like to apologize for lying to you the first time we spoke.

[cadmiums]

[ He blinks, though he doesn't seem off put.] What do you mean?

[brushworks]

I'm a member of the Phantom Thieves, Mochizuki-san. It would be troublesome if that piece of information made it to the police, so I lied about my profile being inaccurate.

[cadmiums]

Call me Ryoji.

[ To the rest of the information he considers before offering a small smile.]

I understand, it's OK. [ It's not the first time he's learned something about someone else unexpectedly, and this was much more pleasant in comparison.]

So you really are like a superhero, huh?

[brushworks]

Ryoji-kun, then. [ He isn't dropping the honorifics just yet. ]

I suppose you can say that. The Phantom Thieves target conmen, abusers and other criminals and reform them by stealing the source of their corruption. We sidestep the law in doing so, but when people abuse their authority for selfish gain and the police cannot touch them, it's the only way to expose their evil deeds and bring them to justice.

[cadmiums]

The source of their corruption...but how do you do that?

[brushworks]

I will get to that after I've explained some other things. [ ... ] Where I'm from, there is another world created by the human unconscious. Within this world, there are places called "Palaces" -- they're mental fortresses born from the distorted thoughts and negative emotions of an individual.

[ He pauses, idly kicking the water. ]

For example, the Palace born from the heart of a greedy mafia boss who blackmailed high schoolers manifested as a flying bank filled with walking ATMs; these ATMs reflected how he only saw people around him as a source of money.

...Does that make sense so far?

[cadmiums]

[...you know he should probably find this a lot stranger than he is. But somehow it all makes sense.]

It's a little weird but...yeah. [...] Are palaces only for individuals? Or is there a big one where the corruption from everyone congregates?

[brushworks]

[ He nods. ]

There is a Palace for the general public. It's called Mementos and looks like a series of subway tunnels - that painting I made last week was heavily inspired by it, actually.

[cadmiums]

So that's why you were drawing it! [ He thinks for a moment.] All of that sounds really cool, like an adventure to a foreign land.

[brushworks]

It's quite interesting, but it is also highly dangerous - the Palaces are teeming with Shadows, creatures born from the human mind.

[cadmiums]

Shadows... [ There's something about that word he clearly doesn't like, but he can't place it. Better to move on.]

Ah, you were saying you would explain by stealing the source of corruption?

[brushworks]

Inside a person's Palace, there's something called a Treasure, a physical representation of the Palace owner's wicked desires and corruption. Once you steal that, the Palace will crumble and the target will have a change of heart and confess their crimes.

[cadmiums]

[...] And the person affected, does it hurt them to steal their heart?

[brushworks]

No. As long as you don't kill the ruler of the Palace -- a Shadow version of the targeted individual -- they are not hurt. Their personality changes, but it does not harm them.

[ ... ]

But if you kill their other self within their Palace, their... mind will shut down, killing them.

[cadmiums]

I wonder if...it sounds similar to apathy syndrome, except those who are affected waste away.