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

[georgeous]

[ Wow wow, he didn't expect her to just have the answer to this question ready. But now that she does, he listens with interest. ]

I side with history on that one, the gun is more convenient.

[ But this is... pretty cool to know about. ]

So is there anything specific you need to pay attention to when putting the arrow into this one?

[imaginex]

Well...

[She's no master at crossbows, but after glancing at the mechanisms, the girl takes one of the arrows and slides it backward (the business end pointed away from them, naturally), until it's secure and the bowstring is taunt]

You want to make sure the bow string and arrow click into place, it seems - otherwise the arrow will shoot off prematurely, before you have a chance to aim.

[georgeous]

[ George watches carefully and when she's done traces the arrow was his fingers to check for himself. ]

Wouldn't want to damage this place any more, yes.

[ With the crossbow now prepared, he steps forward to point it at the shooting range. It takes a few shifts around until he feels the way he's holding it is actually balanced. The grip around the shaft comes naturally, but the weight difference is jarring for the first moment.

For a while he's silent, aiming... aiming...... He releases the arrow without warning and...... ah, well.

It hit the target generally speaking, but bulls-eye is something else entirely. ]

Tch.

[imaginex]

I think you're still holding it too much like it's a gun.

[The correction is meant to be gentle... and really, Sakura probably shouldn't speak at all, she knows nothing about firearms, but...]

May I try?

[georgeous]

Sure, I'm curious about your results as well.

[ He hands the crossbow over without hesitation. ]

[imaginex]

[George will likely see what Sakura means. The way she handles the "barrel" of the crossbow is incorrect, George had the right idea about that, but her overall posture is what ultimately compensates when she shoots. They're both sitting at opposite ends of a short spectrum.

It's closer to the bullseye - slightly. Without a word, she hands the crossbow over so George might try again]

[georgeous]

[ Without any spoken announcement this seems to have turned into a contest of sorts. This time he puts the arrow in himself and then tries to adapt some of the way Sakura carried herself for his own shot.

The aiming progress takes even longer as he tries to find the best way to shift. When he finally lets go, the arrow goes... pretty much the same distance from the bullseye that Sakura's did, even if on a different part of the target circle. From here it's hard to tell if it's closer or farther than hers for real because it went in slightly skewed.

... not embarrassing at least, George concludes silently and hands the bow back. ]

[imaginex]

[it seems they're both showing improvement. Sakura initially doesn't see it as a competition so much as a sharing of skill - her competence increases alongside with George's, as they mimic each other's movements and progress. A few arrows in, and they're both creeping closer to the center.

... Though towards the end, there is still that thought which pops into her head: Who will hit the bullseye first?

When she gets the crossbow again, there's a shift in her demeanor. A subtle shift, but the way she holds herself and the crossbow makes it very clear: she's going to try and beat him.

... But such a shame, the arrow hits in the red, not the yellow center. She's forced to pass the crossbow back to George]

[georgeous]

[ Oho, now she's serious.... The change in the way Sakura carries herself does not go unnoticed. George smiles to himself, as she has her eyes turned straight ahead to shoot.

... there is some relief when she doesn't hit bullseye, admittedly. But the red is certainly good. He's going to have to be careful now.

He takes a deep breath as he tries to find his ideal position, but he doesn't take as long to aim as the last time. He doesn't want to lose his focus by waffling over the perfect angle for too long.

He gets lucky with that, but not lucky enough. It's the red as well, though farther from the center than Sakura's last arrow. ]

... hmph.

[ Well, have the crossbow, Sakura. ]