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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[imaginex]

[Her mind is invaded by the immediate, bitter thought that Kogami must be tired of watching her, he's going to leave (like he should've done a week ago). It makes the surprise all the more palatable when he takes up position on her left, aiming at his own target. Her arms dip as she watches him shoot.]

... Would you like to have a competition, Shinya-san?

[The words come from her like somebody else is using her for a mouthpiece, but Sakura... oddly steady as she talks. She draws a finger over the barrel]

You're good with guns, and I prefer bows. We should be evenly matched.

[carnivorously]

[Competitions are what Kogami is all about, so there's a bit of a smirk that appears on his face.]

Sure, why not? It will probably be a good way to pass the time, anyway.

[And hopefully get Sakura's mind off of everything. That's still the ultimate goal.]

And good practice.

[Well, time to get some bolts for the both of them so they can have their competition.]

How many shots are we firing? Five? Ten?

[imaginex]

Ten is fine.

[She's still uncertain as to why she decided a competition was what this dour mood needed, but she takes the offered bolts without complaint and loads another onto the crossbow.

Shooting it is a different experience now. Her face is clouded with subtle emotion as always, but it's not a result of sadness; the girl almost looks angry, and as if she's trying to bite it back. The bolt still doesn't hit dead center yellow, but the red. Her aim is drastically improving.

Kogami isn't the only competitive person in the room.]

[carnivorously]

[Kogami loads his own bolt into his crossbow, then proceeds to aim and shoot. His bolt also hits into the red, close to the yellow center. It could be a fluke or it could be the result of using a weapon similar that uses a trigger. Though it's definitely different from what he's used to. Still, he's focused and calm. He doesn't play easy just because his opponent is a teenage girl.

Nine to go, they suppose.]

[imaginex]

[The second, third, fourth, and fifth shots follow much like the first shot for Sakura - either deathly close to the yellow, or hovering well within the red. She can't seem to make her bullseye yet. Irritations crawl like sins on her back but those can wait their turn for now. She looks over to see Kogami's progress]

[carnivorously]

[There's a point where it's difficult to keep that predatory smile off Kogami's face. It starts off as rather subtle, however, after the third, fourth, then fifth bolt, it's clear he's in his zone. The bolts are becoming dangerously accurate, one hitting within the yellow circle. His head is clear and his aim is good. It's obvious that the more stress he feels under, the better he actually performs.

It's why he has the job he has, because he can perform well under the highest forms of stress, even if it makes him look and partially go insane.]

cw: slight parasite worm mention

[imaginex]

[...She'll lose at this rate, she recognizes. That much it obvious even without sneaking a look at Kogami's face. There's an amused sort of comfort in knowing he'd run her down like a rabbit in a game, though it won't sooth her growing sense of dread. Her brain has tied losing to something worse.

I want to hit the yellow target, she tells herself, and readies her sixth shot, trying to empty every other thought to make it happen.

But she can't, because all she sees are worms squirming along the ground, along their feet, and her hand wavers at the moment she lets the arrow fly. She hits the ground instead of the board.

It would've eaten him, she thinks distantly. One that big, there'd be nothing left, not even bones.]