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]

[...Oh.]

It's in my programming to value and desire to preserve human life. You are not human, but it doesn't present a conflict to value the life of someone so sentient.

Hopefully your numbers will not fall any further.

[journalname]

...I hope so, too.

[There's more to tell there, about the Risen and all, but. They can get through a simple tour of the building without talking about murder, hopefully?]

Here is the incinerator, and the laundry room. They are not much to look at - the building does seem to have been abandoned for some time.

[enhancements]

[...She doesn't say it, being that she either has more decorum than that or it just isn't within her adhered protocol to voice such things, but what the fuck is wrong with this laundry room, holy shit.]

...It isn't up to standard code, that much seems to be true.

[That is the politest way she could find to express "This place is giving me a serious case of the wig and we've looked at like two rooms." She tried.]

[journalname]

[That just means she has taste, lbr]

The rest is not much better. Save the kitchen, I suppose.

[Bypassing the bathrooms as not really relevant to an AI tour, we have come to the internal foyer!]

They created these profiles of us, based on information they gathered from...somewhere. It was a kidnapping long in the making, though we do not yet know the purpose.

[enhancements]

[Oh...]

All of this seems like it would be useful information to have. Both as the one doing the capturing, and as the captured yourselves.

[She seems to be actually looking them over; the information is apparently new to her.]

Save for Albert Wesker, I do not recognize any of these people. Why do you hate yourself?

[It's said like that should absolutely follow as a question - I don't recognize anybody here, why do you hate yourself; even if it's tactless, it doesn't sound any more pointed than anything else she's said so far.]

[journalname]

[o-oh okay. well, it would be more tactless if he resonated with that information at all.]

I do not. Some of the information here does not seem to be correct - I am not quite that old, either. Though...

...well, I could not possibly be that old.

[enhancements]

Understood.

[That apparently sounds legit? Maybe. It's not like she can fact-check it against anything, so...]

Are you considered a 'monster', then?

[journalname]

That is my species, yes. I understand it is...something of a derogatory term among humans from other worlds.

[And probably his own, but if so, Chara has certainly never said.]

[enhancements]

It is, but as you have observed, that's among humans. If that is what you are identified as, then that's what I will use when referring to your species.

[journalname]

Thank you.

[He seems a bit relieved not to have to defend the nomenclature. Even if people meant well in telling him not to call himself a monster, it does not make him feel better to know that it's apparently such a bad word.

If we're done reading the profiles, we can move right along.]

This door is the only view we have of the outside world. But it always looks like this, so we do not really know anything about our surroundings.

[enhancements]

[...Huh.]

Unfortunately, I do not seem to have my usual access to satellites and other resources that would assist in telling me exactly where we are. Wherever this place is, it seems very cut-off from anything I'm used to.

[Were it not for the fact that she just doesn't do vocal inflection, that might have sounded vaguely concerned; as it is, it's just sort of straightforward.]

That it would be perpetually like this is very strange. You have had no real view of the outside otherwise?

[journalname]

None. Though we have thought the same thing. Some of us think it may be magically induced, and some of us are from worlds without any magic at all - I suppose that goes for you, as well. I do not know what should be able to cause it, otherwise, but I can explain very little of this even with the magic I'm familiar with.

[enhancements]

We do not have magic where I came from. Physical enhancements can be added to the body in many forms, but those are all based in science and technology as opposed to anything magically-based.

Nor can we influence the weather like this.

[journalname]

One of my people could do something like this with magic, but in a very small area and only for a short while. In theory, many monsters working together and in shifts could maybe do something like this.

But that seems extremely unlikely. I think that it is probably something from a world none of us are familiar with.

[enhancements]

There was a facility owned by the Umbrella Corporation that could have created an effect like this, but it was recently completely destroyed. As such, this is no longer in the realm of possibilities when it comes to things they can do.

Another place entirely seems far more likely.

[journalname]

Yes, I think so. Why did the Umbrella Corporation have a thing to do this?

[He supposes there must be some practical applications, aside from obscuring a window, but? Anyway, there's not much else here, let's head back into the hall and across the way, first.]

This section opened up after...after the first murder. These doors were not here to begin with, I think, unless they were somehow concealed.