Week 4.

[trustfellowship]

WEEK 4 Your secrets are safe, at the cost of Yusuke Kitagawa's and Damon Gant's lives. There's no more room for doubt: the Transmitter and the Risen are going to keep pushing for people to kill every week with a new incentive. Who will give in this week? 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... Furthermore, it seems that another corridor has been opened to you, moving northward from the previous two sections that have been unlocked; as always, it's just sort of there now, as opposed to anything you may have noticed before. It seems a bit quieter down this way, the usual whispering and static that crops up from time to time a little less present; maybe you're getting closer to something that may be considered peaceful. Or maybe you're not. After all, the game is still on, and doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. PATIENTS REMAINING: 24

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week four 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

[heritrix]

[Wow, that's some quality artwork.]

Shouldn't they be bigger?

[I mean, big dicks is a like on her profile.]

[yourpiecenow]

... Don't critique my pew-dicks. [what the fuck that's rude as shit]

[heritrix]

I'm not critiquing; everyone has their own art style. I just thought it would be funnier if they drew more attention. I was just going to kick over a pew, but this is better.

[yourpiecenow]

I've been working under the assumption that God is a total size queen, so I'm doing lots of small dicks to help him understand my endless frustration.

Kicking pews is good, too, though. This place is a fucking insult. ["but religious captives might enjoy it--" literally who cares]

[heritrix]

[The girl with an actual cross emblazoned onto her shirt certainly doesn't. Rin walks around the pew Madison is working on to push the next one over to the ground.]

Yeah, it is. I was hoping for a day spa among other things, but instead we got this. [Rin takes a seat on the fallen pew, using it as more of a bench, and whips out a screwdriver.] Is this a solo project?

[yourpiecenow]

Go right ahead. Nobody holds a monopoly on pew-dicks. [and maybe a pew-vagina we have to be equal around here.] God, a spa would be great. Just anything that isn't so fucking boring. What good is a fucking library to me, your average red-blooded millennial? I haven't read anything heavier than a magazine in ten years.

[heritrix]

[Rin's not as good at drawing dicks, so she's going to peek at Madison's carvings for pointers. She considers asking Madison if she has anything against the pool, but who wouldn't after Friday.]

I think this new wave of rooms were actually meant to be stimulating, but they are old-fashioned. A chapel though, I have no excuse for. If you want to sit around quietly, we all have private bathrooms.

[yourpiecenow]

At least a bathroom is useful. [sighs] Well, at least this proves they don't know as much about us as they think. That's a good thing.

[heritrix]

[...!]

Unless it was meant to piss us off?

[yourpiecenow]

... Shit.

I don't know. Maybe we're just being paranoid. I mean, maybe they didn't even plan this and this room's been there since it was a real hospital.

[heritrix]

Hm... You know? I do think there are some hospitals in America with chapels in them, come to think of it. So I guess this makes this the first places besides the infirmary and sewing room that isn't out of place for a hospital.

[yourpiecenow]

Yeah, it's a totally normal thing, as bullshit as it is. The art room and library might fit, too-- especially if this ever was a rehab clinic. [she says, from experience.] But then there's a fucking pool.

[heritrix]

Water aerobics? Senior citizens have bad hips.

[yourpiecenow]

Not that kind of rehab.

[heritrix]

No, I followed you. I'm just trying to think of a feasible way any of this would work. Then again, that was out the moment we got a shooting range.

[yourpiecenow]

... The shooting range is objectively more insane than the pool, but for some reason I'm still really stuck on that. A pool. Why a fucking pool. We don't have washing machines but we have an Olympic-sized swimming pool.

[heritrix]

It has something to do with the Risen, that's all I know. They specifically insisted.

[yourpiecenow]

Great. Glad the floorplan is being decided by a gaggle of sociopathic toddlers. That will end well.

[heritrix]

Again. We knew that much from the shooting range.

[These little dicks are turning into a masterpiece, though. Rin's lining hers up to look like a flock of seagulls flying in an arrow formation.]

[yourpiecenow]

They're giving, like, super mixed messages on that front, though. If they really want violence, why haven't they given us any guns? Who the fuck even knows how to use a crossbow anymore?

[heritrix]

I get the feeling they want us to be creative. A simple broken neck would bore them.

[yourpiecenow]

Fuck creativity. [punctuates this by just. stabbing the knife into the pew.]

[heritrix]

Says the girl carving up the church pews...

[But no, she follows Madison's thinking and pauses her own carving, shaking her head.] Sorry. Bad joke.