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

[dangerousfool]

...no. [Wheatley seems dispirited for a moment] I really don't like to think about it. It's nothing like you're thinking, but I--I don't want to talk about that.

[Looks like Wheatley is in profound denial. Doesn't help that pretty much the next day the very thing about himself he wants to deny is shoved into an envelope as a motive this week]

[cthulwho]

[Hmm, so there is a task, though. Lovecraft doesn't press any further about it, but he does have this to offer as he samples more of the cake:]

It is fine to find a task to be tedious or irritating. They're not ever meant to be enjoyable. At least...the ones I've been contracted to do tended to be that way.

[dangerousfool]

[For a moment Wheatley is silent. Tedious, irritating...yeah, those fit in some way. It's nice to hear someone would understand. Then, talking as if this is a huge effort for him, Wheatley says something else:]

What I hate the most about it is that...uh--it's because it's about something, uh, about myself. Something I don't like. It's...it's hard to talk about it.

[Looks like even admitting that much was an extraordinary effort for Wheatley]

Take that cake, it's all for you if you want. Congrats. And thanks, for your support, I mean. It's nice. You know, for someone to listen, mate.

[cthulwho]

[!!!]

All of it...?

[Holy shit. Wheatley. He's so excited. Can you tell from the look of absolute...ly nothing resembling emotion on his face?!]

Thank you... [Oh.] And, ah...I don't mind listening. You are welcome to...vent? Yes. Vent, anytime.

[Especially if there is more cake involved.]