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

[heritrix]

[Okay, good good. So no bad chemical poisoning they need to worry about.]

We need to get you goggles.

[cthulwho]

Oh. Those would be nice, actually. I didn't even think to look for any in the changing room...

[Since he didn't even bother changing in the first place. Oops.]

[heritrix]

That might be an idea. I'm not sure if we'll find any, but swimsuits were provided.

[Eyes his mess of clothes. You know, subtle like.]

[cthulwho]

...How thoughtful of them?

[What are you trying to get at, Rin. He's not interested.]

[heritrix]

So. You know. They might have goggles too.

[Why would you want to wear so much clothes in the water, Lovecraft.]

[cthulwho]

[Don't judge him!!]

Mm. Maybe I should go take a look... It would be nice to have the chlorine out of my eyes.

[And sure enough, he's going to climb straight out of the deep end, having little trouble doing so despite his clothing being fucking soaked all the way through. He's dripping everywhere, this is gonna be such a slipping hazard.]

[heritrix]

[Servants do need great upper body strength.]

Good luck finding them!

[She's going to ask about goggles for him with the Transmitter tonight, but no dice there. Maybe she can make some. Also she's eyeing this mess, scooting away so she doesn't get her skirt wet.]

I'll find someone to clean this up.

[Because she doesn't want to...]