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!]

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[halleberry]

[ Well, luckily for more or less everyone, Tsubasa seems like she's her normal self come Thursday morning. After truth or dare became completely derailed, Wednesday night came and went without much incident; it was an exhausting day for all parties involved, but, then, most days here are exhausting, one way or another. Still, true to Black's word, Tsubasa seems to have more or less no recollection of anything from the evening past a certain point, which means that the undoubtedly weird looks she'll be getting as she goes through the halls and about her business are met only with confusion, on her part.

She spends a good chunk of the day in the sewing room, though; as awkward as an explanation as it's bound to be, she has torn bedsheets that need sewing, and it isn't as though they're going to fix themselves. Still, she's hoping to make her business in here as quick as possible, only to save herself from any unnecessary clarifications. Lord only knows what people will assume, after all.

Thankfully, though, she's far more open to company later in the day, where she takes up residence in the art room! She seems to be working with ceramics today, trying to sculpt something if only to keep her hands busy and her mind occupied. She seems relatively practiced, though; not quite an expert, but she sculpts with the finesse of someone who knows what she's doing.

Humorously enough, at some point, what she's making out of clay here becomes plainly obvious: it's a cat. Go figure. ]

sewing room

[relieable]

[worried about what happened the night before, Osomatsu seeks out Tsubasa. he's only had a few short conversations with her, but he's always gotten the impression that she was a good girl. it was purrfectly understandable that she was stressed out. with murders that kept happening, and people being held against their will, and she was a young adult. she didn't need this... none of them did.

in any case, Osomatsu looks around the facility for her, and finds her in the sewing room. he doesn't notice the sheets at first, just that she's sewing something. and it's none of his business why those sheets are torn]

Hey. [he approaches carefully]

[halleberry]

A-ah, Matsuno-san, good morning...

[ Well, it isn't exactly the most ideal scenario; she's still sewing away, if only because it's far too late for her to hide it, but she notices that Osomatsu is a bit apprehensive of her, too.

Is it just the motive? Did something happen last night? Something must have, right? ]

Are you well?

[relieable]

[hm... she looks... normal. well, at least she looks like how Osomatsu expects her to look. and she isn't making cat puns. yet]

Oh, yeah! [he grins, rubbing the back of his head] Last night kinda wore me out!

[halleberry]

It must have exhausted me quite a bit as well, I'm afraid. I guess that between my headaches and the fact that I didn't sleep very well the night before, I was more drained than I thought, so after a certain point, it's hazy...

[ ... ]

Ah, but I saw your performance, Matsuno-san. Very impressive, indeed.

[relieable]

[his perfor--- oh... oh!

he laughs]

Y-you saw that! I'm glad! It was fun watching everyone!

[halleberry]

I had no idea you were such a talented vocalist! Perhaps you could give Pizazz-san a run for her money?

[relieable]

Well, I don't know about that! She sings for serious, yanno? I'm just tryin' t'make people laugh.

Art Room

[nachetanya]

[ Last night ended.. at once conclusively and inconclusively. It's a bit of a mess. But that said, Nachetanya gave the other girl space earlier in the day only to sort of go and find it now. She announces her entrance to the room with a clearing of her throat, but...

Is going to go and lean over her back a little as she's making her ceramic cat ]

Tsubasa!

[halleberry]

Ah, I should have figured it was you back there, Nachetanya.

[ She hasn't quite taken her eyes off from her cat, but if the footsteps and the throat-clearing didn't give it away, the fact that she instantly jumps in to lean on her back is the clincher.

It doesn't look like her head is killing her as much, today. Good for her. ]

Thank you again for letting me stay with you last night. Judging from the fact that nothing in your room was strewn about, I'm assuming there weren't any complications...

[ But she did find it odd that she gave her distance that morning; that's not like her. ]

[nachetanya]

Mmm, no, nothing out of the ordinary in bed beyond what I already knew you do.

[ The cuddling, she's implying. But all the same, the remains there on her back, watching her work on the cat. She's smiling, at least.

She had... things to do this morning.

But either way, that sure is - the beginning of a cat. Shit man. ]

[halleberry]

Honestly, Nachetanya, you really should at least nudge me if I do things like that in my sleep. Even if you don't mind it, it's impolite...

[ Though, now that it's been established that night time is Black's domain, that sort of provides a new layer of context...

Speaking of cats, she notes her reaction to it. ]

Not a fan of cats? It isn't as though they hunt rabbits.

[nachetanya]

[ . . . Okay there's a lot to unpack here and she's just. Not going to do that. Instead, she's going to brush her face lightly against the other's and take a step back, clearing her throat a little bit to show Tsubasa she should turn around. ]

I have something to say, if that's alright?

[halleberry]

When have I ever stopped you?

[ ... Actually, don't answer that, but she at least has Tsubasa's complete attention. She turns to face her, a bit surprised at the sudden shift in mood, but not particularly minding. Her expression is about as serious as always. ]

Go right ahead. I'm listening.

[nachetanya]

Tsubasa...

Would you like to officially say that we're dating?

[ She asks, sincerely, her hand on her chest. And she asks before she can make herself hesitate!! ]

Sewing room

[heritrix]

[Rin is just passing by, when she spots Tsubasa in the sewing room. Rather than keep walking (she should), she decides to pop in.]

Hi, Tsubasa. [Greeting her pleasantly, Rin steps around to see what the other girl is working on, only to blink in surprise.] Did your sheets lose a fight with a blender?

[halleberry]

I wish I could tell you how I ripped them, honestly. I guess they must have snagged hard on something...

[ It's tough to explain that she did it herself in her sleep, so she won't say that. But it's difficult to justify it any other way, and she doesn't want to worry Rin with her supposed sleepwalking... ]

But I woke up to find them like this.

[heritrix]

Was this last night?

[halleberry]

Tuesday night, actually. I spent the night with Nachetanya yesterday, but tonight, I'm back on my own again.

[heritrix]

[Well, that must have been awkward.]

Um... How did that go?

[halleberry]

I think I was so tired from last night that I kind of just passed out right when I got there. Yesterday was a long day, and I was really drained, so I don't remember much about the night.

The morning was peculiar, though. She seemed a bit... preoccupied?

[heritrix]

I can imagine.

[...So Nachetanya didn't explain anything?]

Are you feeling better now?

art room

[cthulwho]

[After everything that happened, seeing Tsubasa back to her usual self sure is...interesting. But Lovecraft peers into the art room with curiosity to see what she's doing. Ceramics, huh? That's pretty interesting... He slinks inside to get a better look at what Tsubasa's making.

...is that a cat.

Wow.

But, oh. He's just looming and staring again, isn't he? He...needs to stop doing that. So he clears his throat.]

Hello, Tsubasa...

[halleberry]

Ah, good afternoon, Lovecraft-san.

[ It is indeed a cat! A pretty decent-looking one, too. It's coming together quite nicely, for an amateur's work. Still, she turns to look in his direction with a smile.

She definitely seems normal. ]

Have you been well?

[cthulwho]

[That's so interesting. Like it never happened...

He examines the cat sculpture as they talk. It's pretty cute.]

I'm...fine.

[It's said half-heartedly, like he isn't fully committed to that answer.]

...Yourself?