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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WEDNESDAY

[trustfellowship]

[yourpiecenow]

[when Madison woke up from her dream on Sunday, her first thought had been: wow, gross. but, her second had been: I wonder if I could do that without physically having the body.

anyone entering the kitchen today will find this note on the fridge:

hey if anyone has access to a dead person's hair like from a comb in their room or some shit bring it to the dojo tonight i have an idea - mads

they will also not be able to find any salt in the kitchen today.

anyone brave enough to actually go to the dojo at night will find Madison sitting at the edge of a large circle of salt. she has a metal bowl in her lap and boxes of matches at her side-- and a large knife. she doesn't notice you come in; she's too busy pouring over a piece of paper, writing and scratching out lines of words as she mumbles to herself.]

Calpriziana, offina alta net-- no, that's not it. Fuck, Madison, this is not the time to start forgetting your fucking lines...

[so this is happening.]

dojo?!

[preciousking]

[ For whatever reason, Madison's extremely sketch note doesn't ring any warning bells for Mikoto. He's equal parts curious and bored enough to show up, despite not having access to anyone's hair (who would). So, yeah, good luck with that, Mikoto.

He stands around like an asshole for a while until Madison speaks. ]

What's all that even mean?

[gymasstics]

[...You know, she is sadly lacking in dead people hair, but she's curious enough anyway, so she heads on over to the dojo at night and just... Stares helplessly at Madison.]

What are you doing?

[Besides something that Kimbley would ban right away, of course-]

dojo

[barehands]

[She read the note on the fridge, and while she doesn't come with any hair from one of the deceased, she does enter with a look of clear concern on her face.]

...Madison, what are you doing?

Dojo

[journalname]

Is this...some mourning custom?

[He hasn't brought anything without knowing what the deal is, but he's open to it.]

[carnivorously]

[Well, Kogami has coins which means he’ll head to the vending machine to claim his prizes. Nothing he really wants or needs in there so he discards all of that, but the ribbons and the capsule to the side. The paper within the capsule definitely has him a little confused. What sort of item exists that would just show up if it doesn’t fit in a vending machine?

In any case, he doesn’t feel like going on a hunt for it, so he’ll just keep the capsule in his pocket as a reminder.

The kitchen is his next stop for some meal plans, maybe a sandwich will suffice for lunch today. Something simple, really.

He can be found in the library for a bit picking up some new reading material. He’s looking at some Earnest Hemmingway now, so a bit outside his usual he’s been seen with before.

With that in hand, he’ll go back to room 8 for a bit to read. He’ll keep his door open in case anyone does want to come by otherwise, he’s content just to smoke and read. The open door is simply a sign that he’s not hiding nor is he sulking or anything like that. Sure, the motive stinks, but he’s calmed down quite a bit.

That doesn’t mean he won’t find his way to the media room just to get his reminder for what’s at stake this week. At a keyboard, he’s trying to see if he can do anything—maybe put in some prompts, but he knows it’s all useless. It’s just he can’t sit there and do nothing and wait for Friday this time. Especially with Friday being far too soon.

After a bit, he’ll go to section 5 and knock on the locked door, as if he would get some response. He doubts it, but it’s worth a try. After that, to the arcade. Kogami is at one of the more old school cabinets and he’s actually playing whatever game he’s on pretty well. Then again, is it weird a guy from the future would know how to play games despite the fact he seems to have a stick up his ass? However, it’s fun, and if the game is two player, he wouldn’t mind them joining him. He actually likes a little competition. He’s not the best at video games, but he plays with a guy who’s always playing video games when he’s not working back home…]

EY YO KOGAMI

[trustfellowship]

[Just for the sake of reference, since you're going to be in the library and the connecting room is in your immediate line of sight - your massive thing that the machine could not handle is hanging out in the conference room.]

Kitchen

[heritrix]

[Somebody is also in here working on sandwiches! Emphasis on the plural. Rin is making herself look busy, whipping up a homemade sauce from scratch, but she'll approach Kogami when he's at the refrigerator with his back turned.

At which point she'll playfully poke him in the side, waving the carton of cigarettes she got out of the vending machine like a swimming fish in front of him. Look what she got~, hehehe.]

media room

[doctorize]

[Guess who is already here when you decide to come in? Danny's sitting in front of one of the monitors and his attention seems to be so focused on watching someone on the screen that he doesn't even react to Kogami coming into the room... even though the person on the screen isn't really doing much and just seems to be sitting there, like a doll.]

media room

[barehands]

[It's difficult for her to stray far from this area, too, and she happens to see him focused on one of the monitors. She hesitates, but speaks up after a few moments.]

...Who are they? The person you know that they have, I mean.

arcade

[imaginex]

[She's not exactly in a better mood by Wednesday - more that she has dedicated herself to keeping busy in whatever way possible, and that includes glancing around the arcade.

... Even though a glance is all she needs to know that she's going to hate this room. Hand-eye coordination? What is that? Can you eat it?]

Which one are you playing, Shinya-san? [At least watching Kogami win at video games is somewhat entertaining. She'll stay for that]

investigation inside!

[arebetter]

[ Well, she might have been really really angry yesterday after that motive (more than she's told anyone, even), and she might have still been reeling a little after a shitty memory regain, but now she has something she can do, so in the morning it's straight to the locked room to see if that key she has will fit!

Then, for the rest of the day, she's straight up just in the arcade, mostly lighting things up in one of the lightgun shooters. Here, at least, she seems to have decent aim, even if she is offering very loud and very angry commentary. Yeah, she's That Guy at the arcade.

And then, late at night she's uh. Well, she's in the Workshop! She's either trying to make something or slamming a bunch of nails into some wood, it's Unclear. ]

[trustfellowship]

[Hi there, Pizzazz! Seeing as you've got your key with you, it will insert easily enough - it won't even shock you horribly in doing it!

Looks like the key's going to work; you heading in?]

workshop

[crywiththesaints]

Popular, isn't it? This place, I mean.

[Sakura has just walked in and is hanging around in the doorway.]

What are you building?

arcade

[cthulwho]

[Lovecraft's been poking around at the arcade games as of late, but today's experience is a little different when he hears Pizzazz yelling at her own game.

Curious about it, he wanders over to see what the commotion is.]

Is something wrong?

[She doesn't look hurt or anything...]

arcade

[imaginex]

[Pizzazz might be That Guy right now, but Sakura is watching her wide-eyed and impressed as she shoots the hell out of her enemies.]

You're really good at this, Pizzazz-san.

Workshop

[heritrix]

[This is a notably tired Rin wandering into the workshop tonight, wincing as she opens the door.]

Wow. That soundproofing is both a blessing and a curse sometimes.

[Having fun nailing away there, Pizzazz? Leaving the door open a crack, Rin takes a second to look at Pizzazz's project before scooting over to the benches along the wall, as if looking for something.]

[armamenta]

[So that sure was an incentive, huh. Krauser doesn't seem to have any interest in visiting the media room during any regular hours of the day, but if you're up very early you'll find him in there just watching all of the hostages. He doesn't look any more bothered than usual.

The rest of the day is spent in either the library where he's picking out new horror books to read (Tsubasa had given him recommendations for mysteries, but he suddenly doesn't feel like looking at those for some reason) or the shooting range, which is where he'll be working with crossbows today. His aim is exceptionally good and the recoil on these doesn't seem to faze him at all. It looks like Krauser's having a decent day, at least.

Later at night, after the static blares, you can find Krauser in the arcade. He doesn't have any interest in the shooting games, surprisingly, but he is hanging out near the DDR machine just setting a song to play and watching it go without actually doing anything. That looks... fun??? No, that's not fun, Krauser what are you doing.]

Arcade

[heritrix]

[Well her plans for tonight went... somewhere. It was a bit of a downer, actually, and despite how tired she is she's come to work out on the DDR machine to clear her head. She was expecting a few people might be here, but Krauser wasn't one of them.

...

...

/just sliiiides on over.]

This is catchy. I didn't know you were into music like this.

[What are we listening to?]

early o'clock

[crywiththesaints]

Interesting, isn't it?

[Grandma, that is not the adjective normal people would use for a hostage vault.]

[heritrix]

[If anyone is up with the morning bell and heads on over to the newest corridor, they'll find Rin in the workshop, in a loose t-shirt and more fitting pair of shorts she made for herself, from the supplies in the sewing room. The clothes are paint stained, but there's none to be found here. Instead, Rin is sitting at a table with a bowl of sawdust, and two boxes of... sugar cubes. Sugar cubes that are being stacked to form a stepped pyramid, of all things. It's pretty sizable, and almost done! She must have been at it for a while.

After she's set the pyramid aside to dry and it's hit a decent hour where most people will be awake, she makes a quick stop at Room 4. And following that, only then does she go to wash up and change her clothes—ooh, and pick up some coins. Well, looks like it's off to the vending machines for some prizes!

...Okay but she does have to put in a complaint.]

Why do I keep getting all the weird costumes?? [She waves around the head of the red yeti.] This is the third one.

[Also this Santa outfit? Not even sexy. She sighs and stuffs it in a corner too.] Why can't I get a cute shirt or pair of jeans out of this machine? I've seen them around.

[As for the rest of her haul, she doesn't have a lot of time to sort it out today or give most of the items heavy attention. The weapons are all hidden quickly, of course, as is the booze. The diamond rings bring on an absolutely delighted face for all of two seconds, until she quickly realizes they're fake. Then they're being thrown down the hall.

The acceptance notice from Grace Academy and the weird plush (?????) give her some pause, if you want to see her gawking at the latter or trying to figure out who the former might belong to. The cigarettes just get a sly look. But otherwise? Come barter if there's anything you want!

Around noon, there is a magenta ribbon tied in an even prettier bow than the last few have been, on Tsubasa's door. After some deliberation, a plainer one is added to Nachetanya's door as well, when no one is looking.]

room 4

[cadmiums]

[ Mornings still aren't something Ryoji does, even in a murder hospital. It takes him a moment or two to open his door, but because his mind is still clouded by sleep he's pretty unguarded. ]

Rin-chan? [ Give him a second to wake up and remember he dropped the honorific. ]

vending machine

[doctorize]

Oh, I got one of those the first time I tried this machine too. It's been sitting in the corner of my room since then.

[He says, indicating the yeti costume Rin's holding.]

INVESTIGATION

[journalname]

[This is...not helping anyone at all, is it?

Duty kept Asgore from wallowing too much in misery at home. Here, where no one really depends on him for anything, he has allowed himself to slack. But just because he is not as vital to Beacon Hospital as to the Underground (for good or ill), it does not follow that he should not...do something. Help.

So in the morning, he goes to the kitchen to pick up another breakfast shift. The sign-up sheet (in Gant's hand) goes untouched, and he still seems to be weighed down by something, not exactly the monster he was when he began here. But he can flip a pancake. There's some tea set out to brew too - pu-erh this time, not remotely floral.

After, he goes to the games room. If there is something to find here, he will find it, starting by methodically searching through the boxed game sets.

Most of the rest of the afternoon, he will be in the external foyer, trying to get his flower some light. He has his pen and paper, but he's not writing anything anymore, just staring rather blankly into space.]