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

[cthulwho]

Oh. You knew each other previously.

[Like Corrin and Felicia...and Wesker and Krauser, presumably? He can't help but wonder how that worked out, when Steinbeck is nowhere to be found.]

She seems...firm on her opinions. [Some of them being more peculiar than others.] Have you been getting to know her better by being here?

[imaginex]

... You could say that we are.

[Her smile is a bit sad]

But I don't want to impose anything on her. We come from different lifestyles. Once we're back home, I'm sure things will return to normal.

[cthulwho]

Should that put a limit on your interactions with her? I can't imagine we have similar lifestyles, either.

[Just throwing an example out there.]

[imaginex]

... That's true.

[There's no easy way to say "It's super complicated".]

I guess I don't want to bother her while she's here.

[cthulwho]

If you're sure...

[He shrugs. It's really Sakura's choice, ultimately.]

[imaginex]

[She's grateful enough when the subject is dropped. This is just One of Those Things apparently]

-- Oh, but don't let me keep you if you'd rather go... nap... [Underwater... she's still going to roll with it]

I was worried when you were underwater for that long, but if it doesn't hurt you, it must be okay.

[cthulwho]

If only that rule didn't exist...

[He totally would, otherwise! Though, it's really for the best that he's not even able to try.

He lowers his head to let is rest on his arms.]

Mm. I'll be fine. [...] You don't have to worry about keeping me from anything in the future, though... I don't mind.

[imaginex]

[And then Sakura encouraged Lovecraft to a watery grave because her player was tagging while half-asleep]

Oh? Very little seems to bother you, Lovecraft-san.

[She means it as a compliment, based on her smiling tone. At worst, it's a little envious]

[cthulwho]

[In his house at R'lyeh-- I mean.]

Plenty bothers me... It is simply difficult to find the energy to do anything about it. [For how sluggish he can be, he's surprisingly quick to clarify this though:] I just...legitimately don't mind talking to you.

[imaginex]

[Some days she is fine with Lovecraft's unbending honesty.

Other days she is scratching her cheek and looking away, flustered. Happy, but flustered.

Seriously, how do people maintain friendships? She needs a guide.]

Th-thank you... I like talking to you, too.

[cthulwho]

Ah... I'm glad.

[Clearly they should read the guide together.

Small steps...!]