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]

[This week has been...interesting, in the sort of way that makes you understand why "may you live in interesting times" isn't a blessing. It's been highly unstable on pretty much every front imaginable, and Wesker is still feeling...vaguely more emotionally volatile than he'd like, but at the very least yesterday evening seems to have done a fair amount for his temperament (despite Tsubasa's...that) and he is slightly less with the "kill everything" as of this morning.

He's also accumulated a minor fucklot of coins, so he'll be at the vending machine under the vague hope that perhaps whatever he gets out of here today isn't going to be utterly useless. So naturally, most of it seems to be utterly useless, if it isn't straight-up baffling; among the things he wasn't expecting to fall out of there is a literal trident that looks fully capable of actually impaling someone (which is so pointlessly extra that he can't help but find it vaguely delightful) and...whatever this...plush...thing that is absolutely not an ass is.

(It is definitely an ass.)

That said, the not-alcohol is appreciated, as are a few of the other things in there; a good amount of it, though, is just a parade of uselessness that he's not opposed to parting with if asked.

...And then there's the last thing that comes out of the machine, which actually catches his attention rather hard.

It's that...machine-thing that's got him sitting in the internal foyer a bit closer to noon; for a good long while he isn't engaging with it, per se, so much as he is just watching it to see what it does when left to its own devices. It seems to have gotten over its abject goddamn terror at being brought to the foyer in the first place – it had immediately folded in on itself when Wesker had picked it up to do that, just sort of quivering with a soft mechanical rattle until he put it down, at which point it promptly got over itself and opened up again properly – and now it's just kind of...experimentally doing its thing while Wesker works out what it's good at and what it's not.

Things the weird robot-cube is good at: scooting around, making weird chirping noises, being distressed when picked up.

Things the weird robot-cube is not good at: pretty much everything else. Seriously, once in a while Wesker has to get up and set it back upright because it gets overambitious over a particularly uneven patch of floor and it just rocks over onto its back, at which point it is quite thoroughly and obviously screwed until Wesker picks it up and rights it. Which just leads to the abject-terror folding all over again.

Lovely.

After maybe the third time that happens, he'll just kind of...remain kneeling on the floor next to it and talking to it in much the same manner as one would a particularly odd dog – quiet and even, and...the thing is chirping back at him, apparently it understands speech, that's great to know. He has no goddamn idea what it's saying, but this is going to be how he spends at least part of his day, apparently.

That said, as the afternoon wears on and the evening draws nearer, he'll be in the dojo again; there's space in here, and it's good for burning energy that he's finding himself with entirely too much of. He'll be doing more of the high-energy flips and strikes that he was doing the first week we were all here; at least he's more controlled in general than he was on Tuesday.]


[OOC: Full inventory is here - if you want any of the shit in the first section, ask and it shall be given one way or another.]

Foyer

[dangerousfool]

[When Wheatley sees Wesker working with a frankenturret Wheatley hurries to his own room, to see if the one he had received had escaped or something. Nope, there it is, lying on its square back on Wheatley's bed. So that means there's more than one?

Better go back to the foyer]

You got one of those too! I had no idea that machine had several Aperture Science machines in it, it's kind of...comforting. Kind like watching an old cartoon. I had never seen one of these machines before, though.

[enhancements]

Is that so...?

[That's...interesting and good lord, cube thing, where are you going get back here, that's better- ]

The brand labeling on it seems to imply that it's one of yours.

[dangerousfool]

Thought so. I think these are turrets and cubes mashed together? Somehow? It doesn't do much. Can't shoot bullets or...I don't think it can walk straight. Weird.

[enhancements]

Indeed.

[...]

Surely you don't mind if I keep it around for a while...?

[dangerousfool]

You keep it. I already have one, one's enough. I dunno why, but the one I got is terrified. I don't really understand why.

vending machine

[gymasstics]

[Nozomi's here to drop in a few coins herself, but stops at... the robot-cube? She's never seen anything remotely like it and bends down to check it out.]

Hey Wesker, what is he?

[enhancements]

I couldn't tell you - I've never seen anything like it, and it's not anything Umbrella designed, either.

[...I mean, it's got some sort of Wheatley Laboratories thingo on the side of it, so that...probably says a lot...]

[gymasstics]

[She'll look it over a little more, and then-]

Oh, are you one of Wheatley's friends? It's nice to meet you!

[enhancements]

[It seems a little skittish, but it'll offer her one of those weird little chirping noises. It's kind of cute, for a little box-robot thing.]

I don't think it speaks any.

[gymasstics]

[...She's gonna try to pet it.]

Yeah, it looks a little different from Wheatley... It's still pretty cute, though.

[In a weird nonfunctional way.]

Did it come out of the machine?

Foyer

[nachetanya]

They brought someone else here?

[ . . . Though this thing doesn't look as sentient as Wheatley so this thing might not really be a "person?" But this is Nachetanya's surprised reaction as she steps into the Foyer. Like what is happening... here... ]

[enhancements]

[...Hello, Nachetanya, what the hell are you going on about today.]

"Someone else"...?

[nachetanya]

[ Gesture to the box turret... ]

This one?

[enhancements]

That isn't a person.

[It's kinda beeping at the people talking, but it's not a person.]

[nachetanya]

[ she crouches down in front of it, waving at it ] Oh, isn't it? Ah, it's a robot, like Wheatley?

foyer

[armamenta]

[Usually Krauser enters a room and hangs out near the door for awhile before interrupting whatever's going on, but this? This absolutely needs an explanation first, especially after Wesker rights the thing and it folds in on itself.]

What the hell is that.

[It's not even a proper question, he's just so done already.]

[enhancements]

If I knew, I'd tell you.

[Hi, Krauser. I mean, from the look of it Wesker didn't even question this thing very far before deciding that this is going to be how he spends his day; he's sort of Very Done with this entire week.]

[armamenta]

[Understandably so, just look at that thing.]

Did you pull that out of the vending machine?

[some...how... he got a broadsword out of the vending machine, he's done questioning that thing.]

[enhancements]

Yes. Not that I have any idea what it was doing there.

[armamenta]

Are you just observing it? Seeing what it can do?

[...nothing, from the looks of it.]

Vending Machine

[journalname]

Oh - oh, golly.

[Asgore was just passing by, but he's stopped up short by the sight of that trident.]

That seems even less likely to fit in the machine than the staff.

[enhancements]

Doesn't it just.

[This is exactly what he needed in these trying times, Asgore, what the christ does he even do with this. Other than find it sort of wonderful because of goddamn course he does.]

I'm not particularly surprised that this thing is just dispensing weapons now. Subtlety seems to have gone completely by the wayside, as far as this place goes.

[journalname]

Are the tines sharp?

[He's already gone taping over the sharp edges on the floor, and probably putting up explanatory signs about why you should not mess with the electrical outlets, let goat dad know about the safety hazards]

[enhancements]

...Incredibly so, yes.

[I mean, this thing is his now and no one is taking his joy away from him, but he will let you know that he owns a fucking sharp thing, yes.]