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

[enhancements]

Hello, Howard Phillips Lovecraft.

[...She is just kind of staring right back, um.]

[cthulwho]

[Wow, this is totally fine.

And since he doesn't quite consider that she might've seen the profiles:]

Y-You know my name?

[enhancements]

King Asgore Dreemurr has shown me your profiles.

Unfortunately, I do not have any access to information about you, outside of what was written there.

[cthulwho]

Oh.

[Okay, that's...helpful. At least she isn't creepily knowledgeable.]

Where did you come from? We all woke up in the same general location, so...

[Like, even Wheatley did. And he's kind of similar, right?]

[enhancements]

I do not recall anything that happened before this particular device was powered on. According to King Asgore Dreemurr, I was found in some sort of machine.

[...Vending machine. She's referring to the vending machine.]

[cthulwho]

[That's the only machine to be found in that he can think of, so he nods in understanding.

...but after he thinks about it for a few more moments...]

It's good that Asgore managed to get you out of there. You could have been trapped for quite some time. [...] Indefinitely, even.

[Seriously, why did she get dumped in the machine?]

[enhancements]

In that case, I don't know if I would have ever known about it. So it wouldn't have mattered one way or another.

[...Well, she's...technically...not wrong...]

[cthulwho]

Oh. You are not aware of the passage of time when not active?

[Is that the correct term, um.]

Then you were simply...sleeping?

[enhancements]

Yes. You could word it like that.

[cthulwho]

Don't you at least prefer to know where you're sleeping? I don't mind sleeping for a long time, but... It was startling to wake up in a completely different place than I fell asleep.