trustfelled | Week 3.

Week 3.

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.

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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!]

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[ After last week's little fiasco, there's probably an air of tension before noon today; one murder encouraged the Transmitter (or, perhaps the Risen) to raise the stakes, and another one...

Well, that uncomfortable anticipation proves true when the PA system turns on just after noon. Like last Tuesday, the voice you know as the Transmitter's echoes and distorts, full of grim excitement. ]

'morning, folks! Meet in the media room in ten minutes. We have something you'll really- really want to see.

...And don't even think of skipping out. Unless you want an ear-splitting alarm blasted through the rest of the facility.

[ ...The Risen are back, so it seems. Head to the media room, and immediately you'll find a few interesting things there. First of all, there are envelops with each of your names on them, sitting in plain in front of the monitors nearest to the door.

The lights (and monitors) are on and nobody's home, but at least there's no annoying beeping noise. After a few moments, something else starts up, partly through the PA system and partly from the monitors? It's an energetic song, grainy as if it's playing through an old radio. The screen remains covered in static, and after a few seconds, the Risen start singing along. As they do, the audio itself distorts along with them. ]

You're keepin', too many secrets from me... But, baby, now I'm wise to you! Oh, secrets. We all keep them. Us, you, your friends - there is absolutely no exception. Right?

[ The lights...grow incredibly bright. Blindingly bright. The sound of static grows, along with...breathing...? It's impossible to keep your eyes open and see anything, but it sounds like something's...around you, behind you, everywhere. A whisper, in sing-song: ]

But we know them~

[ For a moment, you might think the overhead lights have shattered. Why wouldn't you, because that's the terrifying sound that comes next, and the lights in the facility are suddenly off. However, it seems to have just been on the monitors, because now, on each screen there's a fancy broken vase, laying on a carpeted floor.

Shadows move about, and it's clear people are rushing in and out from footsteps, but the focus remains solely on that broken vase. The top of the video's torn, and every few seconds it crackles and skips, the song skipping too, just background noise now to a child crying, wailing something about not telling. ]

We were so impressed with last week. All the frightened faces and lovely temptation? Mmm, delicious! Now, there's no reason not to keep that excitement building and building and building, like a...rising wave.

[ The voice distorts, and the video blinks. There's a scream, and the carpet is soaked with blood. The vase is nowhere to be seen, instead replaced with...bones. The song is different now, but it's incredibly distorted. ]

If you have something horrible you don't want others to know, this presentation is for you. Guys and dolls, if no one kills by the end of the week... No, by Friday. That's been such a lovely day so far, after all! Anyway, if no one does? Those sweet, sweet private matters you keep so locked in your hearts will be revealed, far and wide!

[ A crackle and the lights are off. The song's speeding up more and more, to an unnatural extreme. ]

But you may ask us, why, who am I to care if these people know? None - well, none for most of you - really matter to me! Oh, dears, that's what we anticipated. Everyone here will know...

...and everyone back in your homes will too.

[ There's a sound of children cheering, that starts and stops as if someone's rapidly pausing and unpausing it, and with it the video flickers and shakes until it's back to static. The voice is low and dangerous. ]

Rule Seven. Follow it, Patients...or your hearts'll be laid bare to everyone.

Have a good week!

[ And this little show is finished. The flickering lights return, the monitors shut off, and...the Transmitter's coughing, voice slipping in and out of that extreme distortion.

The PA system shuts off. You're on your own again. ]

Edited 2017-06-20 16:02 (UTC)

[Well that sucks. GlaDOS was activated again, and that's truly terrible. Welp.

That's why anyone who sees Wheatley they'll notice he's a tad more subdued than before. 'Nervous' may be the right word for that. It's noticeable.

At the foyer, you'll find something very strange: a box and blanket fort. It'd be normal if it wasn't because it looks like the boxes are nailed to the floor, and the blankets are tied with lots of duct tape. Well, not only that, the whole fort has lots of duct tape.

This is truly a fortress. If you look inside, you'll find a new cake, and this one is undeniably sweet. The problem is that it has too much chocolate. It's...rather gooey. You dare to take a portion? Wheatley doesn't mind, go ahead.

Looks like Whaetley's staying often at this foyer, at least for now. Later he's staring at the fog outside, in silence -- at least until you approach. If you do, he asks:]

So...what do you think's out there? What kind of world is this? Do you think it'd be good to live in?

[Another murder, another execution disturbingly tailored to the culprit, another... well, it's probably a lost memory, isn't it? Hmmm.

Of course, while Gant spends some time thinking about it as he goes about his business, he's got things to do! He made a Decision during the trial, and so he was going to put it in action.

...he puts a breakfast sign-up list in the kitchen on the refrigerator, with his name notably absent from it, and he then planned to go and press-gang people into breakfast duty...

Until he finds it.

There it is. The promised land.

Screw everything else. This is his home now.

In other words he's going to spend the entire day swimming in the goddamn pool because holy shit. Holy shit.]

Somebody's happy. [Sakura walks in, eyebrows raised.] Are you sure that's safe?

[Another day, another strange set of memories that don't make a lot of sense. This one is a little more confusing than the first, but Nozomi's not the type to dwell on things, so she does her exercises until the morning announcement goes off, gets some breakfast, notices the new rooms and goes to explore-

And any semblance of a complex thought is right out the god damn window when she notices the pool room. She's already dressed for the occasion, the floor is actually nice, and she ditches her shoes to run on in and jump into the pool with reckless abandon, because holy shit.]

It's huge and full of water instead of tetanus! It's perfect!

[She's going to be swimming around for the rest of the day. This could only be better with a damn land, but beggars can't be choosers.]

...Is there a reason for this?

[Wesker tends to spend his evenings in here, if he's not spending them in his room or doing something to otherwise occupy himself; the fort is...new, and Wheatley being here is also somewhat unexpected but it isn't altogether unwelcome either. Wesker's been in a noticeably better mood today than he has been for the entire past two weeks, and so at the very least his answer won't be, like. Utterly dismal or something because he's got an unfortunate tendency to be the biggest cynic in the room.]

Why - are you planning on staying...?

[...Okay, it's not an answer at all, but really, why are you asking something like that, man.]

[...okay so Lovecraft was originally a little wary of this fort, but any concern he might've had evaporates when he spots the cake.

He's just gonna...peer in before sneaking a piece...]

[Oh hey, it's the blanket fort! Nozomi doesn't move to enter- or take any cake yet- but she'll admire Wheatley's handiwork.]

You really upgraded the place, didn't you?

[The nails are a little excessive, but she's not about to lecture a damn robot.]

[Lovecraft emerges out of his room for the day less confused than he was last Sunday. He feels like he can draw a connection between the dreams, but he still wonders if more is missing...

At the start of the day, he can be found wandering, just checking the regular rooms for anything new while snacking on some cake. Who would have guessed that so many sweets would pop up in this place? His wandering eventually takes him to the new locations, and he'll poke around in the dojo and shooting range with varying degrees of interest (the dojo is interesting, but he has zero interest in the shooting range).

But like others, once he discovers the pool, any and all bets are off for him doing anything else with the rest of his day. Since this is Lovecraft though, it's gonna be...weird...

While others are enjoying exercise and other fun pool activities, Lovecraft just...dumps himself right into the deep end, fully clothed, and sinks to the bottom.

Um.

So it might not be super out of the ordinary to come across him just chilling down there, seemingly not moving or coming up for air anytime soon.

Is...is he okay...]

["I'm what you used to be, only better."

The dream last night was...well, it was an adventure, to put it lightly; it was loud and surreal but perhaps more importantly it was interesting, in a very specific sort of way that's normally unbelievably difficult for him to experience. It's enough to leave him more than slightly overstimulated when he wakes up – he hasn't felt this awake in a while – and even after he's had some time to process it his spirits are undeniably better than they have been for the past two weeks.

(God, he's even owning the stupid Matrix outfit today like he's actually comfortable in it and isn't slowly dying inside.)

Of course, the new areas of the hospital that have opened up are more than enough to catch his interest; of goddamn course the dojo still looks like this place doesn't give a single solitary fuck about tetanus but he can deal with the floor later, right now he can just...appreciate that we have some open space to actually move in that doesn't involve rearranging the dining hall. The next couple of rooms, however...

The shooting range is going to be what ultimately holds his interest; even after he's gone through the place and hasn't found any guns, the crossbows are there and they look like they can do an acceptable amount of damage and that's fucking delightful. So he's going to be in there for a fair amount of time today, teaching himself how to shoot the damn things. They're kind of unwieldy for his liking, but he learns quickly and his focus on the task at hand is a little intense; it'll become obvious after a while that his aim is...really good. Kind of unnaturally good? Yeah.

Later in the evening, though, he can be found in the internal foyer; specifically, he's looking at the profiles again. He hasn't revisited them in a while, and looking them over now...well, he has context for a few more things, at least (the notion that he owns and likes dogs, the dislike of large fires). There are a couple that perplex him still, but he imagines he'll work that out in time; after a while of staring at it, though...

He hasn't taken part in the duct-tape alterations that several others have been doing to their own profiles; especially given the recent dreams, it's possible that he'll recall something that will explain why certain things are there. Just the same, he'll be there tonight with the tape and a fair amount of odd thoughts that he doesn't really want to consider too deeply right now, striking Project Alice off his dislikes.]

[That dream was telling. It was terrifying in all sorts of ways, yet there was something soothing about seeing an old friend and professor again. One who Kogami is likely dragging down to his level. However, it’s a state of emergency now, isn’t it? Sacrifices must be made.

He’s after the Hyper-Oats.

---------------

New day. New week. The adrenaline is gone after the trial and Kogami is just tired. Withdrawals are a bitch, but he’s managing better this time. Last time after a trial a new area opened, so here’s to hoping maybe it happened again. And it did.

The first place he goes to is the dojo. He gets excited at first, but the lack of a punching bag kind of gets to him. Or anything that could be a practice dummy. Right, this place isn’t as advanced as his time where there’s robots he can beat the shit out of for practice. Though he does look at the self defense pads. Perhaps he could harass someone good at sewing and making things to make something sturdy they could put these in and act as one? He’s probably not the only person who needs a punching bag.

Next is the shooting range, which has Kogami just standing in silence. Those who know him probably can tell there’s something on his mind. He isn’t fearful, but it’s clear this room is helping him recall not a happy time. He’ll look at the bullets and find the ones that look like they’d belong in a dual barrel hunting rifle, studying them with the same expression as he did when he was looking around the room. It doesn’t give him a good feeling at all. Not at all.

In the evening, he’ll be found in the kitchen making himself some hamburgers and brewing tea. His coughing is starting up now and he’s trying to be better to take care of himself. Trying.]

I had to practice how to make a good shelter.

[Does that explain everything?]

I don't want to return to the facility, and now there's less reason to do that. I, uh...I accidentally woke her up while I was trying to escape? And she's not happy.

[Understatement. But yeah, you know who 'her' is, Wesker]

I'll stay in this world.

Edited 2017-06-18 18:05 (UTC)

["You're going to obey me like always, right?"

After school, in a hallway softly illuminated by the setting sun. A figure to her side, another (long hair, shimmering like a protective wall of amethyst) to her front. And standing a few paces away, two people who she refuses to face.

"...I don't want to. Let's stop, Nii-san."

The second time she's ever refused an order from her brother. Seconds beat before the chill of ice, and Sakura realizes--

""―――All right. Then you can die."

She never had a choice.

It's a toss-up between the sleeping pills and the archery room, and once Sakura discovers the latter, then it's no contest at all. It makes no difference to her what's in disrepair: Sakura sets up the targets, measures the weights of the bow and the tautness of the string before making her selection, and then she goes to town. Every thought is an arrow, and every shot is a death. She keeps going until there's nothing left for her to kill, switching out targets when they're stuffed full of arrows gathered at the bullseye. Occasionally she'll wander out to check the other areas, but only or a moment. She comes back to the archery room every time until dark and won't leave it, even if she's hungry.]

[This time it'll be sweet, that's for sure. Look at all that chocolate! It's so gooey it's a bit hard to take a piece, but soon you'll have a piece of cake for you.

It's so gooey it's almost tough to chew]

Oh. That's the latest attempt! Cake #82, I think.

[Ahhh, so the Red Queen's girlfriend is awake.]

Well, I'd imagine that you can probably survive here even if the others can't. Benefits of being mechanical and all.

I did! I was thinking: if I want to survive out there, I'll need to know how to build a shelter. I'm doing great, if I say so myself!

[This fort is bound to be almost a permanent fixture, unless someone's really determined to rip it off from the floor]

Great! Then I have nothing to worry about. My battery is supposed to last for a very long time, it'll be years before I need to recharge. I'm even learning how to make a shelter.

[He points at the blanket fort]

So I'll be okay. It's--it'll be hard, but I'll be okay out there.

Ah. Worried about more incentives, I take it?

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