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

[journalname]

I see.

[That makes more sense to him. It makes him question the phrasing of the secret a little, but that's neither here nor there.]

All the same, I am sorry that it is that way. That must place a great number of expectations on you.

[ossifragant]

Not at all, actually. I don't really remember a whole lot about the guy-- memories here and there. It's.... complicated.

[journalname]

Mmmmm.

And the woman who killed him?

[ossifragant]

She's the one who gathers the homunculi together, gives us names.

She doesn't do it out of the goodness of her heart; she's a selfish woman who uses those she gathers.

[journalname]

And yet, you love her.

[Half-question, half-statement. The secrets do all seem to be truths, after all.]

[ossifragant]

[He doesn't answer.

Which is answer enough, honestly.]

[journalname]

[Hmmmm. It feels unnatural to sit way over here and have this conversation, actually. Asgore stands and goes to place a big paw on Greed's shoulder.]

We do not always choose who it is that we love. And it can be a beautiful thing - but it does not mean that the one you love should cause you pain. You deserve to be treated well.

[ossifragant]

[He manages a tight smile, though he doesn't look up at Asgore, instead looking away.]

I.... know, to an extent. She's not here, and most certainly isn't aware of other world.

[journalname]

Perhaps a clean break will make it easier? You can go anywhere you l, after this.

[ossifragant]

You're right.

We'll get out of here, somehow, and I'd be free.

[He doesn't sound entirely convinced, though.]