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

[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. ]

[enhancements]

Because I don't want to go into a trial invested in whatever narrative I've made up in my head. Bias is another thing that we can't afford here.

[nachetanya]

Aaah.

[ She shakes her head at that, and she taps the counter one more time. ]

We really do end up agreeing on a lot of things.