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!]

Comments

[gymasstics]

[...Is this girl bonding? Oh shit, this might be girl bonding. Play it cool, Nozomi.]

Yeah, sure.

[She's not... Actually going to just have coffee and cigarettes for breakfast, right? No way. Maybe she already ate.]

[yourpiecenow]

[oh. you poor lamb.

she turns her head towards her, placing her fingers on her neck, just at the long, thin scar.]

You've noticed, right? How my neck has been kinda fucked up since I got here? The bruises, this scar?

[that is not what this is]

[gymasstics]

Yeah. I assumed you won a knife fight for your gang or something. "If you think this is bad, you should see the other guy," and all that.

[...You know, that's not... an entirely unfair assumption to make, but at the same time-]

[yourpiecenow]

[she lets out a bark of laughter.] Fuck. That's such a cooler story. I should steal it... Have a story where I fucking win something for once.

No, I lost a knife fight. Well, not really a fight. A fight is two people trying to kill each other, not some insane bitch slitting your throat and letting you bleed out on the fucking carpet.

[gymasstics]

[Well, that's certainly enough to get Nozomi to reach out and touch her own throat on reflex. If she has to deal with stuff like that, it's no wonder Madison's so rough around the edges.]

Do you know what happened to her?

[yourpiecenow]

No. Why would I? You usually don't get to keep in touch with people after you fucking die.

[gymasstics]

No, I mean- you're here now, right? So you must have survived somehow, and that's the sort of thing you get people back for.

[Especially if you're... Well, Madison.]

[yourpiecenow]

No. I died. I saw... [frowns] Red. Then nothing. And the dream stopped.

[gymasstics]

[And that's it. How do you even deal with a dream like that?]

That's horrible.

[It's horrible beyond comprehension. If she's dead, that means she can't go home to anything...]

[yourpiecenow]

Yeah, no shit! [no don't lash out...]