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

[nachetanya]

Do you think I'm unable to fight now?

[ she asks with a little smile. ]

[heritrix]

Here and there have different circumstances. You're the one who claimed to be fighting an Evil God for the sake of humanity. That's going to be more difficult than giving Krauser a wedgie.

[nachetanya]

[ She nods ] I still have my balance and my main sword arm - with my rapier and my saint abilities, I could still be useful, I'm sure.

[heritrix]

What are your saint abilities? Your profile calls you a Saint, but until you mentioned it just now I didn't know what all that entails.

[nachetanya]

You know, if I'm telling you this much, I feel as if I should ask you to tell me about your position as "supervisor."

[heritrix]

[Nachetanya is the first person to ask Rin about this, actually.]

It's pretty boring, most days.

[nachetanya]

Even so, I am a little curious. After all, you must have some responsibilities.

[heritrix]

Yes and no. Officially, I've been the supervisor since I was seven, but I was too young to handle any of the responsibilities at the time.

Over the past few years I've come into my own and handle things properly by my own merits, but there are still some matters that are attended to by my guardian.

[nachetanya]

Ah... But what are the responsibilities?

[ That's not too dissimilar to her own throne, really. ]

[heritrix]

It's a bit complicated to explain. My position isn't like that of nobility, or a simple mayor and the like. As the title would indicate, I just supervise.

It's like saying "you there, you're in charge of all the cats in this town, and cleaning up after them if they make a mess".

[nachetanya]

[ . . .Cats???

She shakes her head ]

Ah, I see.

[ She doesn't see anything, but she is about to yawn, so - ]

... I should probably return to bed. I hope you can find more answers.

[heritrix]

[Phew, dodged a bullet there. ...Even if the response Rin gave her made perfect sense in her own head. She laughs a bit, as if she found her own explanation funny.]

Thanks. Have a nice night, Nachetanya.

[nachetanya]

You too. Please rest well, Rin.

[ There's the yawn.

With the markers in hand, back to her room... ]