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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[imaginex]

[N-no, honey...]

Well... I'm not sure of the entire process myself, but if we have a microscope, then we could examine the blood for traces of the parasite.

[nachetanya]

[ What the fuck is a microscope... ]

I'm sure if we have one, Wesker could look into it.

[imaginex]

Oh, is he medically knowledgeable, too?

[nachetanya]

I believe so, yes.

[ She turns to flick one of the arrows again. The whole thing rocks. ]

Do you expect to have to shoot someone, Sakura?

[imaginex]

[E-excuse her...?]

No, of course not. [Whether a lie or the truth, her shock is solid, and she recoils from both Nachetanya and the question]

All I was do was practicing.

[nachetanya]

To practice this much...? Are you aiming to be the next Byrne?

[ She sounds amused at that, either not noticing or not acknowledging the recoiling ]

[imaginex]

... It relaxes my mind.

[nachetanya]

Does that mean you're troubled today?

[ From her smile... Well, Nachetanya leans in a little. ]

[imaginex]

Restless is more the word.

Being cooped up in this hospital is starting to get to me, I guess.

[nachetanya]

Ah, is that so?

[ She glances again at the arrows, and then looks back to Sakura, shaking her head ]

I had thought it might have to with memories.

[imaginex]

[... There's no point in saying she doesn't have any; that only worked the first week, when Sakura was committed to that lie.]

I try not to dwell on those.

[So she settles on a vague truth]

[nachetanya]

[ Nachetanya considers that, and then - takes a step back from Sakura, putting a hand over her chest and. Well, it's getting to be-

\... there's the sound, echoing through the hospital. It's officially night now. ]

Would you be willing to exchange memories with me? I want to give voice to my own.

[imaginex]

[She doesn't seem surprised at Nachetanya's offer. But then, she's not really looking at the woman, either. The seconds tick by, calculated, until Sakura raises her stare]

Alright, Tanya-san.

You first please.

[nachetanya]

Alright.

[ She takes a step or two back and leans against the far wall. ]

I've finally remembered how I lost my arm. I'd been captured by one of our enemies... actually, now I think of it, he's named on my profile? Tgurneu. I don't remember how that came to pass, but I lost my arm to him and then was put inside the stomach of one of his fiends in order to draw out the other Braves into a trap.

[imaginex]

That's...

[Horrifying, frankly, and Sakura's breath catches when she doesn't know what to follow up with. She'd expected something gentler, if only so one of them would have that comfort.]

That must've been terrifying.

[nachetanya]

[ Her eyes seemingly betray her, swimming with some fear as she responds, ]

It was. I remember trying to call for help, only to have its muscles shift to crush my throat.

[imaginex]

[There is something like a flash of understanding, almost recognition, before Sakura looks away hurriedly]

... Will your friends come for you?

[nachetanya]

If they can afford to... ah. ... No, I shouldn't say it like that. [ she brings a hand to her chest ] I'm certain Goldov and Adlet will try.

[imaginex]

[Good]

Then I hope for their success. You shouldn't be in such a dark place.

[nachetanya]

[ by the looks in her eyes she's ... well, she's kinda doubting that a bit, but either way, a soft exhale and- ]

And you?

1/2

[imaginex]

cw: suicide?? General FSN fuckery

[imaginex]

[...]

I tried to kill myself.

[With context, that would be near a lie, but there's no other part of that Sakura can force herself to speak. Not yet. She just wants to see what Nachetanya will say]

[nachetanya]

[ Oh.

Somehow those weren't words that Nachetanya ever expected out of someone here. maybe it was just her impression about the people here. But when that does come, the princess takes two steps forward and reaches a hand out to try and take the other girl's hand ]

... That's awful, Sakura. To remember that must be so painful.

[imaginex]

[Sakura will allow her that, but only because she doesn't sense hostility. This small act of kindness in the face of her words... it confuses the younger girl.

Precisely for that reason, maybe it's why Sakura doesn't consider it a 'wrong' answer, and is shocked when she keeps talking]

Nii-san... he made it so I didn't have a choice. [Blank voice, blank stare. She's tightly wound in place] It was either hurt someone I cared about, or... remove myself, somehow.

[But she's lying, isn't she? The memory is branded behind her eyelids, how she tried to murder the Tohsaka heir for her mana. Shirou just got in the way.]

[nachetanya]

[ Nachetanya's grip is warm and strong. She's a warrior, and even with only one arm, her hands... well, they're surprisingly soft, but there's a lot of muscle behind it. The squeeze remains, and she keeps her eyes locked with the other. ]

... What a terrible choice.