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

Infirmary

[nachetanya]

Are you doing something in particular, or just giving your hands something to do, Wesker?

[ she asks as she comes in here. She's here to get a new set of bandages for her left not quite arm. She might have watched him go at this for a while and the little tic she saw once there. ]

[enhancements]

There are reasonably few things to do in this place that interest me right now.

[...So yeah, he's just giving himself something to do and apparently that something is "reorganize this room like the most anal person alive."]

[nachetanya]

I see. Well then ignoring interest, have you found anything useful or unexpected in the process?

[ Because that sure is some anal. ]

[enhancements]

[...you know i'm going to assume that bracket sounded better in your head- ]

Unfortunately not. Nor am I finding anything particularly useful.

[nachetanya]

[ OR WAS THAT WHAT I MEANT no yeah that was a silly mishap ]

Mmm, what would you consider useful right now?

[ Okay, so the bandages are... here. Where's the disinfectant... ]

[enhancements]

I imagine I'll know it when I see it.

[...He is in such a fucking Mood, but at the very least he seems to realize that he's being an unreasonable asshole right now.]

...It's been a long day. I doubt I'm the only one who's found it to be such.

[nachetanya]

If anything, I suspect the majority of people are off-balance today.

[ She tuts a little, running her hand down the counter. ]

Most probably destroyed their envelope.

[enhancements]

I don't fault them for it.

[He hadn't opened his at the announcement, but yeah.]

[nachetanya]

Did you destroy yours, might I ask?

[enhancements]

...I didn't. I'm disinterested in sharing with the rest of you, but I've kept mine.

[nachetanya]

Why?

... Ah, about keeping it, I mean. It's not surprising you have no interest in sharing.

[enhancements]

Part of it contains something that I don't know for a fact, which I find interesting. I want to check it against any dreams I may have later.

[nachetanya]

Oh, interesting! I hadn't considered that possibility, but that does seem likely.

[ Ah, here we go, here's the disinfectant ]

After all, their incentives probably would be catered to what we "should" remember without the accident.

[enhancements]

That's what I'm thinking. Most of it is accurate - enough to make me want to do something about it, I'd imagine, were I the sort to take them up - and I have no reason to doubt that the part I'm questioning is as well. But it...surprised me, in a way that I didn't expect it to.

[nachetanya]

Mmm, after your showing earlier, you're saying you're really not suspicious?

[ . . . She shouldn't be smiling at that ]

[enhancements]

And what is that supposed to mean?

[nachetanya]

If I were to rank reactions to the motive on immediate suspects, I think you would be in the top five, wouldn't you?

[ Not that she's saying she agrees or anything, but her tone is a little bit coy. ]

[enhancements]

...You can think what you like.

[He's not saying he will, obviously, but he's not saying he won't, either.]

[nachetanya]

Personally, I wouldn't think that, actually.

[ She laughs that off, and with the disinfectant in hand ghosts over towards what he's sorting ]

I have more faith in you.

[enhancements]

...Do you, now.

[It's not precisely a question, though that doesn't mean there isn't an implied question behind it; surely that's going somewhere.]

[nachetanya]

I do.

[ She tilts her head to the side ] I believe you're one of the most patient people here.

[enhancements]

I'd consider it more discipline than patience, to be blunt.

[...]

It's appreciated either way.

[nachetanya]

Mmm.

[ It's a voice of not quite disagreement. And his circumstances, no doubt. ]

Do you have a suspect already?

[enhancements]

No. Nor do I plan on trying to predict one.

[Well, then.]

[nachetanya]

Would you mind if I asked why not?

[ She can guess but hey, horse's mouth and all. ]