Week 5.

[trustfellowship]

WEEK 5 Another week has passed; another two people have died. Tsubasa Hanekawa and Nachetanya Loei Piena Augustra have joined the ranks of the deceased. Whatever you may have thought about them in the end, one thing hovers heavy over the group: the fact that neither their compassion nor their ambition was enough to keep them alive in here. Is yours? 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... And of course, with another successful trial comes a new addition to the building, another corridor opening up on the west side of the building. The doors leading to it branch off of the hallways leading to the second and fourth sections of the building; have those doors always been there? You can't remember... It's a new week. Of course, that means you've been here for over a month, and your stay doesn't seem to be coming to a close yet. PATIENTS REMAINING: 22

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

[trustfellowship]

[positivespin]

[ Yesterday, QQ had a lot of feelings to sort through. Mostly regarding the dream she just remembered. While she knew he would survive from the stories, it left a bad taste in her mouth to leave him at the crumbling castle. Coupled with what's been happening lately, she needed some time to think alone and jot down a few notes in her room.

Today, however, QQ is off to explore the new area with her usual exuberance. ...Or at least she was until she saw the arcade. Guess who's spending a good chunk of the afternoon on dancing in DDR and puzzling over how Pac-Man is supposed to work? (Seriously, what are these machines for and how do they run?)

Later that evening though, she'll pull herself away from the arcade to go check out the workshop. After checking out what tools are there, she'll humming and rifling through everything for whittling tools and wood to bring to her room. Which, you know, isn't a hotbed for tetanus. ]

workshop

[crywiththesaints]

Ah, hello. Are you planning to build something?

[positivespin]

Yes! Was thinking a Coda! Not sure if QQ can do it well though.

[ QQ, she wouldn't know who Coda is... ]

[crywiththesaints]

You can't mean the music term. Something from your world?

[gymasstics]

[Nozomi wasn't necessarily upset over her dream last night, but it filled some gaps she didn't quite understand and filled her with a sense of purpose; as a result, more or less the entirety of yesterday was spent in the dojo or pool doing her best to do exercises and trying not to get too frustrated over the lack of proper equipment.

She had every intention of spending today a lot like yesterday, but after breakfast, it occurs to her that she should probably explore the new rooms. Of all things, the workshop is what catches her attention, and she lights up like she found the solution to all the world's problems; after a short trip to the storage room, she starts tying some wood together, then ties the other end of the rope to her waist. With a good amount of weight tied firmly to her hips, she starts sprinting up and down the hallway with the wood awkwardly clanking behind- at least she's wearing some elevated boots she got from the vending machine instead of her damn stripper heels.

After spending a good amount of time doing that, she'll go and explore the arcade... And her demeanor more or less switches like a lightswitch from before. Everything in here is a novelty, and she needs to try out every game at least once, although ultimately she ends up parking her butt by the DDR machine. But when she's there- or even before that- she'll eagerly stand in front of any machine and call out to whoever shows up with-]

Come on, join me! It doesn't cost a thing.

[...While she'll be good at the ddr and rhythm games, Nozomi pretty much sucks at everything else.]

Hallway

[georgeous]

[ George is coming to see what makes this much noise and.......... uh. Alright.

He'll just stare for a while. ]

[gymasstics]

[Down the hallway she goes!

And back up!

And back down once more before she finally stops in front of George- both because she finally noticed him and because she needs to catch her breath.]

Good morning! I'm not in your way, am I? I can head somewhere else.

[...Is that all you have to say for yourself Nozomi, really-]

[georgeous]

[ At least George knew better than to expect a more reasonable greeting, but... ]

Good morning....... are you quite sure this is an efficient training method?

workshop

[crywiththesaints]

Is that some sort of Keijo training device?

[gymasstics]

Yeah. We don't have any tires around here, so it's gonna have to do for now.

[crywiththesaints]

Tires.

[why.]

arcade

[enhancements]

[...you know, he came in here to fuck around with the rhythm games for a while and he actually has absolutely no clue why he didn't expect Nozomi to be in here. That said, though - DDR, of all things...]

You sound as though you've been enjoying yourself.

[gymasstics]

An arcade like this is a real treat, don't you think? You don't even need to spend any quarters.

[Isn't it wonderful-]

Oh wait, right, you're rich. Well, who cares? Come on, this song's pretty tough to beat.

[enhancements]

...Whether I can afford it or not, I've never actually played.

[I mean, he'll...go, but he obviously is not used to this, good lord.]

[journalname]

[Well, here's someone who wasn't around at all yesterday! Asgore can be found in the kitchen as soon as it's open for the morning, rather mechanically downing several large cups' worth of...coffee. That someone else probably brewed, given that he's never touched the coffee maker before. Huh. Physically, he doesn't look any different, but something about his posture makes him seem much older.

From there, he wanders over to the new section of the hospital to look into the arcade and workshop. Neither holds his interest for longer than it takes to ascertain the room's purpose; you're far more likely to find him listlessly roaming the hallway.]

hallway

[enhancements]

[Wesker has been...equally aimless, if slightly less listless; he tends to lean more towards distant and cold when things aren't quite right with him, and as such that's what he's been content with doing. Spending perhaps more time than he ought to in the arcade, where he can just let the sounds and colors and light wash over and he doesn't have to think, but otherwise just kind of...here.

When he comes across Asgore in the hallway, however - it's obvious that things aren't going well, to put it very gently. Had he seen Asgore yesterday? He doesn't recall seeing him, and that's...well, given their conversation last week, he can imagine why.]

...Asgore.

[God, he doesn't know how to proceed from there and it's obvious.]

Would you prefer to be left alone for the time being?

[If he's dismissed then he'll leave without asking questions; if not...well, he'll see how to proceed from there, basically.]

[journalname]

[It takes Asgore a moment to respond. Would he prefer to be left alone? Part of him thinks so, but on the other hand...he has the rest of his life in which to be alone, does he not? An eternity, if no one should strike him down here.]

...no. Thank you, Wesker. It is alright.

[enhancements]

...Of course.

[There's the immediate, unspoken response of "No, it's obviously not," but that seems counterproductive at best.]

I would ask how you are, but that seems a bit redundant at this point, I...

[...]

If it's what I think it is, then you have my condolences.

Kitchen

[dangerousfool]

...Asgore? Are you okay?

[Asgore's absence the day before was rather unusual. It's even more unusual that he's here, guzzling coffee over and over. And the posture, that doesn't help either]

You look--you don't look good. Or, in case that's something you don't want to hear right now, then you look great.

...but I mean it, is there something wrong?

[journalname]

It is...

[He trails off for a second, as if unsure how to finish the sentence. Ordinarily he might brush off his own troubles, but this?]

...yes. Something I remembered yesterday.

kitchen

[imaginex]

[Coffee instead of tea, huh?

Sakura's been there before, and that says plenty for how Asgore might be feeling today. She'd thought to visit him on Sunday, but, well... It is what it is.]

Coffee today, Asgore-san?

[She speaks up behind him, having just arrived in the kitchen for some meager breakfast of toast and juice. Finding the motivation to cook a well-balanced meal is difficult nowadays]

[journalname]

.....yes. It was...already made.

[Not that he's ever seemed to consider the small amount of effort it takes to brew tea a huge imposition before. But...

...he rubs at his eyes. Ugh, let him at least try to do right by someone.]

How are you, Sakura?

kitchen

[ossifragant]

[Greed watches Asgore for a long moment before he steps inside. It's both a relief seeing the man and also a little alarming, because him locking himself away is unusual enough to alarm Greed.]

...Asgore?

[journalname]

Ah. Greed.

[He gathers himself up enough to smile at him over the coffee cup.]

Good morning.