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

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[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

[carnivorously]

[There's a moment where he's about to say "why didn't you draw penises in the art room?", but he gets this isn't about just... drawing penises. It's an outcry for how much she hates it here.]

Well, what do you do to keep yourself entertained?

[yourpiecenow]

Back home? Normal stuff. Shop. Drink. Fuck. Honestly, you'd be surprised how many hours of the day you can waste just doing magic tricks on people. [chuckles a little] Forcing a guy to run out into traffic, with only your mind... Really passes the time.

[carnivorously]

[Uh...]

Sounds like you're just extremely bored.

[yourpiecenow]

Literally out of my mind with it. I'm almost hoping to get murdered. At least it'd be something different.

[carnivorously]

As opposed to killing someone?

[Though he doesn't condone either, really...]

[yourpiecenow]

You've seen the executions. The last thing I need in my shitty un-life is an ironic fucking death. [she says, dying of one later]

[carnivorously]

Maybe it could lead to some shocking developments if it ever happens?

[Just kick him out of the chapel, Madison.]

[yourpiecenow]

You're really gonna pull that shit on someone holding a knife, are you. [is she even joking right now]

[carnivorously]

Well, at least it would be an even fight.

[He never returned the steak knives he took. He's still armed most days.]

[yourpiecenow]

That just makes me wonder how murder-suicides are supposed to go. Do we still have to go through all the annoying bullshit? Do they execute one of the corpses? What if it's all down to two living people, one of which is obviously covered in blood and still holding a knife?

Too bad the lawyer died. Said nobody ever.

[carnivorously]

Well, I'd say we could test that theory out, however, I don't feel like dying and we both know I'd win.

[It isn't even a matter of cockiness, just a general observation. Unless she's got some amazing hand-to-hand combat he's not aware of.]

[yourpiecenow]

Yeah, no shit. I'm not exactly a trained... whatever like most of you weirdos. My only advantage got taken away because if life isn't unfair to me, personally, I guess the world will fucking end.

[carnivorously]

I'm technically a policeman of sorts, so are you even surprised I'm trained?

[It's not like he's a mage or went on some adventure and learned something from a guru.]

Though, I imagine being a witch and suddenly having your magic taken away would be troublesome.

[yourpiecenow]

It's basically like if the rest of you showed up without, I don't know, legs or something else that's super important. It's bullshit.

But, I guess if "throwing a bus with my mind" was still a thing I could do, it'd be a lot fucking harder to keep us here. So, neutered.

[carnivorously]

If you could throw a bus with your mind, I imagine we would have used your help to get out of here by now.

[Or she would have tpk'd everyone. He's not sure.]

[yourpiecenow]

... Oh, yeah, that could have happened.

[she

hadn't thought of that.]

[carnivorously]

[Confirmation for tpk...]

Maybe it's a good thing you don't have your powers here. For our safety.

[yourpiecenow]

Yeah, I'm a fucking menace.

[a grin] Don't worry, I've only killed assholes and annoying bitches. And they've all basically taken care of themselves already! Everybody left is at least tolerable.

[that's as close to a compliment as anyone here is getting.]

[carnivorously]

That's a good thing considering we probably don't want another murder to occur.

[Though it's totally going to happen. It's all a pattern by now and Kogami's far too genre savvy for this place.]

[yourpiecenow]

We don't. But it's going to. All we can do is hope it's not ourselves. [or the people we actually do like, she doesn't say.]

[carnivorously]

Glad you read my mind.

[He's tired of explaining to people that murders aren't going to stop...!]

It's good to know we're both in camp "I don't want to die."

[Maybe? Who knows. It's weird they're agreeing on something.]

[yourpiecenow]

I mean, I'm already dead. [SHE SAYS, WAY TOO CASUALLY] I'm super not interested in a second take of that scene.

[carnivorously]

How the hell are you here if you're already dead?

[Fantasy beings aside, this is the most illogical thing he's heard...]

[yourpiecenow]

[shrugs]

Maybe we're all dead, and I'm the only one who's figured it out so far.

[carnivorously]

[That's an uncomfortable thought.]

I certainly hope that's not the case.