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

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[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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[cthulwho]

[...

He waves back.

Moments after, he's at the surface.]

Are these yours, Madison?

[He's holding the dice and statue, reaching out to the edge of the pool where Madison is to hand them back.]

[yourpiecenow]

Yeah, they are. [makes absolutely no move to take them.]

[cthulwho]

[Alright, so they're just going to get dumped in front of her.]

Were you trying to get my attention?

[yourpiecenow]

Oh, no, nothing like that. I was just trying to annoy you.

[cthulwho]

[...

His frown becomes a bit more prominent. Madison...]

I wasn't...but now I am. So, you succeeded.

[yourpiecenow]

Yay. My parents would be so proud.

[slight pause] Hey, so. You remember when I took those videos of you, right? [WHY IS IT PLURAL.....]

[cthulwho]

[WHY IS IT PLURAL.]

Y-Yes? I would like to forget, but... [Alas.] What about them?

[yourpiecenow]

Yeah, they're, like... Gone, now. I deleted them. [beat] I needed more room for selfies.

[i-it's not like she had a change of heart or anything she doesn't even have one of those]

[cthulwho]

[Whoa.

That actually gets Lovecraft to raise his eyebrows a little bit in surprise. An expression other than 'blankly depressed' or 'plain uncomfortable', it's a wonder to behold.]

Oh. Um... Thank you, for removing them.

[Even if it was apparently necessary to do so for Madison. It's a bit of relief that he really needed.]

...Did your selfies turn out satisfactory?

[Making another Attempt at being social...]