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

[heritrix]

[On cue, Rin's eyes slide toward the window and the blizzard that's never ended. That would be a yes.]

We're too remote and out of the way for your average expectant mother or kid with a broken arm, that's for sure. Not to mention that the pool is bigger than the infirmary.

[enhancements]

Which begs the question of what you think it was previously used for.

[From the sound of it, he has an idea, anyway.]

[heritrix]

I strongly suspect other scenarios like the one we've found ourselves in, but I don't have a guess for what its use might have been before that. This environment is alien to me.

[She admits what she doesn't know openly, and seems to be deferring to him. His guess will be leagues better than hers.]

[enhancements]

Again, my question is if it had any use before that.

[...]

It isn't unheard of for things like this to be constructed for training purposes, or for experimentation of some sort. Something that will create expectations of the place in question, whether those expectations were ever followed through on.

[So it's possible this is the entire purpose.]

[heritrix]

[She nods along, following. It's not a hard leap to make at all, given she was already suspecting the building had been used for past... Whatever the heck this is.]

Like how from the first, when we arrived met the Transmitter, I concluded it was an experiment. Their insistence on addressing us by title rather than name, and their claim they'd always be observing us made me think that.

[Thus playing into the "expectations of the place" thing Wesker speaks of, even if she ended up thinking they were more Subjects than Patients. Is she getting his point right?]

[enhancements]

Yes, exactly.

[She is. Good job, Rin.]

She seems insistent on this not being an experiment, however... I suppose that doesn't rule out this place being used for some sort of paramilitary training at some point, but that still begs the question of how it got from that to what we're doing here.

[heritrix]

And what makes us important, despite how willing they are to throw our lives away.

[...Actually.]

Tying into a conversation we had before, do you think that the Transmitter and the Risen have different goals for us?

[enhancements]

I think that's a possibility. A strong one.

[Whether it's probable or not, he doesn't have enough information to say.]

There's a distinct difference between how she speaks to us and how she behaves when the Risen are involved, for one thing.

[heritrix]

Mochizuki-kun told me she's working in exchange with them for something. It's grasping at straws, but that made me wonder if this wasn't a contest.

[enhancements]

[...]

That's...charming.

[Wonderful, so we're all fucking reenacting the book of fucking Job, that's cute.]

[heritrix]

[She shrugs, smiling up at him.]

It's just a theory. Aside from that, I don't have any other other evidence to support it.