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

[dangerousfool]

...I...I have no interest in getting myself killed, mate, that's why I'm not going out late at night. I stay inside my fort, safe and sound, uh, in this one or in the one in my room.

[More like always the one in his room, from now on. Wheatley may be an idiot, but he's an idiot with self-preservation instincts. Everyone so far has died at night, no way he's getting out late at night]

[aspiringly]

That's a shame, then. It seems there is a great deal that goes on at night while we aren't there to observe it.

[dangerousfool]

Maybe there is, but I'm not knowledgeable in defense. And you humans are too fragile, one wrong hit and you'd fall down. I don't want to be accused of murder because I get fraked out and hit someone over the head, that'd--I better avoid that.

[Yeah, if there's no more option, Wheatley is willing to throw caution to the wind and desperately fight back]

[aspiringly]

Is that so? While I'm sure that there are a number of us that may be considered fragile [aka all those high school girls??], you may be hard-pressed to manage that with some of the others in our group. Even so, I doubt you would be able to reach, if you don't mind me saying so.

[Also, Wheatley is so short he's pretty sure that he would have a hard time managing hitting anyone on the head unless they're sitting or lying down.]