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

[protectandselfserve]

Well, hey, that's fun in its own right, isn't it? But this is called "Principles of Private Detection," and I believe it might've belonged to Makkie? It seems like her sort of thing, anyway.

[nachetanya]

Makkie...? [ Oh... Oh okay, she nods. ]

So it's an instruction book for working cases?

[protectandselfserve]

Something like that, yes! It's pretty basic stuff from my perspective, but she's written in the margins, so it's still pretty fun.

I can't read all of it, though. Some of it's in a language I haven't really encountered before.

[it's not mystery German or runes or anything, but he's never really encountered Setswana before.]

[nachetanya]

[ . . . Something comes to her belatedly. She nods, and, ]

It's surprising that hasn't happened more often for us.

[protectandselfserve]

What, not being able to understand each other?

...

I've been wondering about that, although I appreciate that we don't have to deal with language barriers on top of everything else.

[nachetanya]

That and perhaps even more notably, writing.

[ She nods to herself. ]

It does make it easier not to need to worry about it, though.

[protectandselfserve]

Yes, I definitely agree! I'm sure we could work around it, although I would hope that I wouldn't accidentally offend someone in hieroglyphics.

[nachetanya]

I wonder if there's some rules for it...

[ Hmmm. Actually. ]

Do you have a pen?

[protectandselfserve]

Oh, sure! Here you go, then.

[he hands over the Genius Author Fountain Pen, which he does not know will only write I AM NO LONGER HUMAN over and over again.]

[nachetanya]

[ LOOK aT RaN FUCKING BRINGING IT BaCK.

... But okay she'd going to write on the wall here, actually. But...

... Oh. It's not the lettering she expected it's... I AM NO LONGER HUMAN.

UM ? ? ? ]

I didn't expect that...

[protectandselfserve]

...

Oh. Well, erm. That's a little different.

[nachetanya]

Is that a result of the pen?

[ she goes to write again... I AM NO LONGER- ]

Mmm. It must be?

[protectandselfserve]

...well, I'm glad that it was just a weird pen and you weren't completely losing it, Goosey.