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!]

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[doctorize]

[... this is a terrible idea and danny is the worst person to ask for this but sure, he's in the foyer if you're looking for him i guess?? drinking tea and minding his own business and not thinking about making explosives atm.]

[dangerousfool]

[Wheatley isn't known for having good ideas, doctor, hah]

Hello! Remember the plans for escaping? I--with my friend here--we developed a new plan, and we need your help:

We're going to make explosive lemons.

[Despite how ridiculous the concept is, Wheatley said it with the utmost seriousness]

[nachetanya]

[ . . . Nachetanya is giggling though. Like a lot. ]

[doctorize]

[...]

Why?

[dangerousfool]

[Wheatley stares for a moment as if that question was unnecessary]

We can't stay in this hospital. Risk of murder, remember?

[And this is an idea as good as any]

[nachetanya]

And- [ Still laughing a little... ] It does seem possible to make bombs with what we have on hand! Mr. Fareed said so!

[doctorize]

I meant why are we making explosive lemons, Wheatley...

[But at Nachetanya's words, he does look a little more interested about this strange conversation now, putting his tea down carefully.]

[dangerousfool]

[Because using watermelons would be troublesome, of course]

There's a scientific precedent. The founder of Aperture Science did it, therefore we can do it too.

[And like Nachetanya said, we may have the necessary materials. It's worth a try]

Trust us on this one, we can do it.

[nachetanya]

[ She's just smiling at this part. Holding back her laughter. ]

[doctorize]

... I see. In that case, there may be some chemicals from the storage room and infirmary that, when combined with the natural acidity of lemons, could potentially put a hole in the wall or floor if used properly.

[... Or it won't do anything and Danny might be messing with you a little because this sounds too funny to ignore, but hey--]

[dangerousfool]

I knew you were someone we could trust.

[This plan is going wonderfully, in Wheatley's opinion. That's why he goes to the kitchen to bring all the lemons he can, and one of the few knives left to carve it if necessary.

Yeah, he has no idea which chemicals in the storage room and infirmary will make a bomb]</small

[nachetanya]

[ Nachetanya will just be sticking with Danny then, and follow along as needed. She's still giggling at this. A lot. ]

[doctorize]

[Judging by Danny's own smile, it is taking some self-restraint to not laugh either as he'll go on Wheatley's behalf to pick out some of the chemicals here, before bringing them back to the foyer...]

Oh good, you brought a knife too. Excellent work, Wheatley.

[dangerousfool]

[Wheatley's definitely the only one here taking the situation with a modicum of seriousness, that's for sure]

Of course. I think you need to make a hole big enough to pour the chemicals inside, and maybe a fuse. Does this need a fuse...? I'm not sure.

[And then he steps back. It's true Wheatley was the one with the idea, but he's not the one handling the chemicals, which is definitely for the better]

[nachetanya]

I wouldn't know either.

[ What is even going on here. ]

[doctorize]

We'll see, but in the meantime the first thing to try would be... [A pause, a beat too long that maybe Nachetanya might suspect that it's because Danny is fucking with you guys, but--] We'll cut off the top of this lemon here and hollow it out some so that we can pour the chemicals inside, like this.

[He slices off one end of the lemon and then uses the knife to hollow out and remove some of the pulp on the inside.]

Nachetanya, can you hand me that bottle closest to you?

[dangerousfool]

[Wheatley watches expectantly. It's so nice when everyone's helpful]

[nachetanya]

Oh yes, of course!

[ What is this a bottle of...

Passes it off ]

[doctorize]

[Something that probably shouldn't poured into a hollowed out lemon and mixed with other cleaning products because this is probably about to be a huge mess here in a minute.]

Then, we'll add this one here, and... alright! We'll put the top back on this lemon here, shake it up, and be prepared to toss it like a grenade.

[And the moment he does put the lemon back together, he casually deposits it in the hands of Wheatley... you uh, might want to immediately drop it or throw it away from you unless you want a bunch of cleaning chemicals to end up on your hands here regardless of whether you shake it or not first, buddy.]