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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[carnivorously]

[It’s time for the trip to the vending machine to get his haul and it sure is a very interesting haul indeed. Most importantly, he got another carton of cigarettes, so yes, that is a good thing. Very good, he can manage now like a mostly normal person. But a bottle of tetrodotoxin and a trident. Well then, he’d better keep those on hand, then.

That bottle of tetrodotoxin is actually going in the inside pocket of his blazer. The trident, will go to his room.

Then there's a couple of non-functional guns, a really creepy damn plush, a mask, amongst some other things. But once again, mostly importantly his cigarettes.

This time he’ll take his haul with him back to room 8 and get a pack of cigarettes out of his carton. It’s time to smoke again. Before he goes too far, he’s going to knock at room 16 and see if anyone is home.

Later on, he’ll be in the external foyer, you guessed it, smoking there as he just sits there and looks at the fog outside. It’d be a nice time to have a book, as he realizes he hasn’t read anything in about three weeks now, huh? Though he’s not there too for long before he goes to the internal foyer to study the profiles. He wonders if things are starting to make sense to other people now…]

Vending Machine

[journalname]

...I wonder if all the plush animals in there are like that. I got one last week that was a dog with a face full of tentacles.

[Asgore's just passing through, but honestly what is this]

[carnivorously]

I don't know, however, I definitely don't want to keep it.

[To be honest, it looks like a thing of nightmares. He already has enough, thank you.]

[journalname]

It may be something of Wesker's? The last one resembled his pets.

[Which is like, a whole thing of its own]

[carnivorously]

Perhaps. Or it's just a random thing. Honestly, I don't know.

[It will most likely go in his discard pile.]

[journalname]

Hm. Yes, I have not gotten anyone else's belongings, aside from that. Which I do not think really belonged to him anyway. It is almost like it was some kind of joke.

vending machine

[imaginex]

Hello, Shinya-san.

[That oddly perky voice comes from Sakura of all people, who had the same idea as many people today, and had planned on a trip to the vending machine. But first she'll wait patiently behind him until he's finished.]

Were you able to get cigarettes this time?

[God please. This week has already soured, so it'd be nice if one person she liked behaved themselves]

[carnivorously]

[He holds up his mint green carton of his Spinel Brand cigarettes. Clearly, he has received them.]

This should last me a bit again.

[And he looks happy, too. Maybe he'll try to ration them better, but that's probably not going to end up being the case.]

[imaginex]

You mean three days?

[Teasing him, and after waiting diligently by his back, Sakura abruptly decides to break rank and peek around him in soft curiosity] Did you get anything else you like?

[carnivorously]

Let's hope they last longer than that.

[They should last 10, but who knows...

Though his other items. He hasn't exactly hidden the trident or the broken guns (among other things). Also the weird mask and the creepy worm plushie.]

As for things I like, well, it seems we've got some weapons and some other weird things.

[He's totally hidden the poison in his pocket by now...]

1/2

[imaginex]

... You got weapons.

[Yeah, that trident sure does look like something no one should have in a murder hospital. Hence the reason for why Sakura's brows knit in disapproval, but she can't say anything more. Her eyes have already moved on to the other items.

... Okay to be honest, she thinks that mask is sorta cool. Weird, but cool. That half-formed though is what encourages her to lean forward for a better look--]

[imaginex]

[-- only for her to recoil back a few paces, hands flying to her chest and her face contorted by fear and shock.

And perhaps more damning, recognition]

-- Wh-why is that--

[No no no no what is that, who put that here, why is Grandfather's--]

Foyer

[dangerousfool]

So these are the fabled profiles...I haven't checked them at all yet. Maybe I should have done it earlier.

[Wheatley comments, going to take a look. What kind of information could be here? Seems easy enough to parse]

[carnivorously]

I'm surprised you haven't. It has a lot of conflicting information, but I'm looking at them to see if things finally make sense now.

[Some of his stuff is, or at least stuff he can piece together.]

[dangerousfool]

Yep, I heard from some people it was wrong, so I avoided it until today. I even heard mine was wrong.

[Wheatley finds his profile]

Space debris? Villain tropes? Okay, definitely wrong.

[He looks for Kogami's profile]

Is yours wrong too?

[carnivorously]

I thought so, however, with these dreams-- memories we're getting, I'm able to piece things together. At least, I probably can take a guess as to why I'm unemployed now.

[Not a big deal to him now as it was when they all first arrived.]

[dangerousfool]

They're memories. I have been getting them too, and let me tell you: machines don't dream. I don't even sleep.

[Yet information pops up without warning. It can't be anything else but memories]

Wow, that's are a lot of stuff to like...'his fellow latent criminals'?

Vending Machine

[aspiringly]

[Another day, more people checking out the vending machine. But wait a second, something looks familiar in that pile. McGillis will move over to take a closer look and--

Oh. He at least looks a little surprised at the sight of the mask, but that quickly shifts to something more amused, although that's not to say that he's pleased, either.]

I should have expected no less, considering how well-acquainted they are with us.

[carnivorously]

[Well, Kogami can see that look on his face. The amusement, yet it's clear it's not a pleased expression. The mask is weird, and he could have written it off as something that's just random from the machine, but lo and behold, it was not.]

They are, and unfortunately, they've already proven they have items of ours we don't care for them to have.

[Or items of high sentimental value.]

[aspiringly]

[He'll pick the mask up and look at it, although he won't put it on or anything. Yet.]

True. And compared to something more personal, perhaps I should be grateful they decided to bring this instead. It's nothing but a prop, anyways.

[carnivorously]

I think I've had enough when them bringing in overly personal items. They should just keep to cigarettes.

[Those are things he needs wants anyways.]

room 16

[doctorize]

[Sure enough, Danny is in fact in right now, and when he opens the door, he almost seems a little surprised.]

Kogami? What brings you to my door today?

[carnivorously]

I'm checking up on you.

[Making sure he's not going to go crazy on them. Be that support that everyone was to him last week to make sure he wasn't the one who was going to kill. Kogami also may not have a cigarette right now, but he smells very strongly of smoke, the familiar smell from before, so it's definitely easy to tell he got his cigarettes again.]

[doctorize]

Really? How nice of you.

[Though it doesn't have his usual teasing lilt to it as he gives Kogami a once over.]

I see that you found another carton of cigarettes to get by with here?

[carnivorously]

[That's noted, definitely. Then again, they had a pretty heavy talk...]

I did.

[A beat.]

What about you? Are you taking care of yourself?