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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THURSDAY

[trustfellowship]

[relieable]

[it's Thursday already, and Osomatsu's conflicted. on the one hand, he's still nervous about the hostage situation. on the other hand, he's been trying not to think about it. Rin had said that she thought the Risen were bluffing, and a part of him wants to believe that, that their loved ones aren't even really in any danger. he trusts Rin, thinks she's pretty smart. so maybe she's correct.

in any case, he's decided to try his hand at the vending machine today. his haul is a bit better than his first one. right away, he pockets that $50. he doesn't care who it's from. money is money. the diamond fragment he'll also keep. he's not sure what it's for, it might just be glass. but he'll keep it, and the crystal figurine.

...what is Tetrodoxotin?

also, he likes this scarf and the plush a lot. but he's annoyed he doesn't get cigarettes. he'll hang around a while longer, to see if anyone else does. maybe they'll want to trade!

later on, he's in his room, looking at his new stuff. the door is open, so you can see him if you walk by. the crystal horse is set onto his desk to be displayed. it reminds him of going to the horse track races. sigh. that was fun. he misses it.

Cerberus is set on his bed, against his pillow. the ramune and coconut water are set aside for later. maybe he could cool them in the refrigerator for a while, so that they get cold. not that they need to be, but]

Hmmm...

Vending Machine

[dangerousfool]

[Again with the neurotoxins...that vending machine really intends to give neurotoxins to people around here. Wheatley looks between Osomatsu and the bottle of Tetrodoxotin]

Hello. If you excuse me, I think I should take that.

[He makes a move to take the bottle. Being direct about what it was hadn't worked, so maybe beating around the bush would be better to take the poison?]

[relieable]

[suddenly Wheatley is there and trying to take his bottle away from him. why? Osomatsu pulls it back quickly]

O-oi! What do you think you're doing?

vending machine

[crywiththesaints]

You're lucky today.

[relieable]

[Osomatsu looks up from his haul. he's clutching the scarf and the plush dog in his arms, and the various other things are in his hands]

Yeah, I guess so! Didn't get any cigarettes, though. I really need one.

Room

[heritrix]

[It's been pretty quiet today. Has been since Tuesday here and there, really, so Rin is just stopping by to say hello.]

Hey. [She knocks on the door, not stepping in yet. It's the plush on the bed that draws her attention first.] Geez, you got one of those too?

[relieable]

[Osomatsu looks up from his inventory, smiling at Rin excitedly. he sure seems to be better than he was when they last spoke. could also be he's overcompensating]

Yo! [he's already up, so he moves over to the bed to grab the plush. then he walks over to her] It's cute, right? An' check this out! [he unzips the zipper on the head, revealing the mass of plush tentacles. then makes monster noises and wiggles it at her.

stop him]

[enhancements]

[Well, it's Thursday morning and nothing ludicrously violent has happened as of yet; Wesker seems...strangely tired today, but at the very least the dark glasses are good at covering exactly how unfocused he is, even if he's keeping things reasonably lowkey today.

Early in the morning, he can be found in the media room checking on the state of his hostages; they don't appear to have killed anyone yet, anyway, much less each other – and honestly, he isn't sure what to make of that, but he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, either. The woman keeps doing things like climbing on furniture so she can check the ceiling and walls for vents or loose panels, at least when she isn't trying to awkwardly interact with the others with what appears to be all the tact and social grace of a brick to the face (...it's really, really obvious that she and Wesker are from the same place, uh); the man, on the other hand, seems to be content to talk to the others with decidedly more natural ease to it – he's calm and apparently good with children, so he's likely an acceptable presence to have around.

Wesker will watch them for a while in silence before he leaves; as long as they haven't wrecked the place, all of this is apparently fine by him.

The vending machine will kind of hold his interest for a while, as well as anything is holding his interest right now; he doesn't care about...well, pretty much anything that falls out of it, but the yellow hair ribbons give him pause for a moment longer than he'd like before he just kind of...shoves them in with the rest.

He'll vanish for a while around mid-afternoon, and remain gone until well after evening sets in; the rest of his day will be spent in the external foyer, it seems, either standing at the windows again or sitting at the piano. He's actually playing a bit today, and while he isn't particularly great it's at least recognizable, should you be into that sort of thing. He's still mechanical and awkward about it, but he's...trying, at least to some extent.]

vending machine

[armamenta]

[Krauser shows up to use the vending machine as well, but he'll wait patiently until Wesker's done. He notices the pause with the yellow hair ribbons, but he doesn't mention it.]

Nothing useful today, huh?

[enhancements]

Unless you count another gun that doesn't work as "useful," no.

[...Although...]

Pick those up and tell me what you think of them.

[The words are accompanied with a brief gesture toward the candlestick holders.]

outer foyer

[crywiththesaints]

Today seems more restless than usual.

[ossifragant]

[When Thursday rolls around, and Greed notices that a bar has materialized behind the locked door, and the rules Pizzazz has put up, he looks, well... happier than he has the entire time he's been here, actually.

He can be found here the entire day, until the evening static blares, happily checking out the collection of alcohol and offering to mix drinks for anyone who walks into the room.]

[dangerousfool]

See? I told you you'd look good being in charge of a bar! It suits you. You look like a real professional at this job. Well done.

[Wheatley has no use for a bar, but he's looking around with curiosity, just to be able to say he was here and saw what was there to see. Hey there, Greed]

[heritrix]

[So you're saying teenagers can't help themselves? Because a teenager is trying to help herself.]

[arebetter]

Probably should have guessed from your profile you'd be into this.

[ Sup Greed, the "owner" of the bar is here. ]

[imaginex]

[Sakura has no reason to be here except YOLO (quite literally in her case) but here she is, so she might as well... make the best of it?? Yikes there are a lot of bottles here.

She'll smile at Greed, though.]

It's looks like your wish came true, Greed-san.

[cthulwho]

[Lovecraft's here to explore! As in, he just noticed this area seems to be unlocked, so he wanders on in after reading the sign.]

Oh... [He squints, partially at Greed too since he's in there. He didn't actually expect this to be a real bar.] Why is this here?

[A bar in a hospital... Okay then, Risen.]

[carnivorously]

[Well, the bar sounds great! He's totally joining Greed and finding the whiskey, pouring himself some in a scotch glass on the rocks. Just how he likes it.]

We needed this place weeks ago.

[Just starting up some conversation while taking a sip.]

[journalname]

Golly! You look familiar with all this.

[Still willing to help him drink away the memories now that there's actual human liquor around? Asgore certainly seems better than on Monday, but he's still not...really the same as he was before this week.]

[crywiththesaints]

[Old Sakura is in the chapel this morning, singing... singing, we guess? It doesn't seem to have any words, but it sounds creepy and ominous nonetheless. Bother her if you like, it isn't as if she's got anything else to do.

Around lunch, she'll be in the dining hall with the entire Can Trade section of her inventory laid out on a table.]

All of this is up for trade. I keep getting things I can't make any use of.

[Later, it's off to the media room to watch Hostageventures, the latest new reality show. Sakura's eyes narrow, observing every little thing in case it's important. Come tomorrow, it probably will be.]

Dining hall

[heritrix]

What would you like for the jeans?

[They're a bit long for her, but she can tailor them in the sewing room. But it's as Rin's is looking them over that she notices the three meteorite arrows. Picking one up, she examines it with interest.]

Though I'm a little interested in these too. This is an unusual mineral.

chapel

[imaginex]

[Perhaps it's because it sounds somewhat ominous that Sakura finds herself attracted to the melody. It certainly gives the small chapel a certain atmosphere that was lacking before.]

I didn't realize you could sing, Kashima-san.

dining hall

[positivespin]

Oh, that's QQ's swimsuit.

[ Why is her swimsuit (presumably) in the vending machine? That's far weirder than the QQ's tank top and jeans that combo Lovecraft found and traded to her. ]

Hmm, QQ's luck isn't very strong with the machine, but the only things I think Auntie would consider is an ink pen and thermometer?

[ Somehow, she doesn't think she'd be interested in a crane & tortoise diamond. ]

Media Room

[journalname]

[Asgore is in there already, moodily watching whichever screen currently has that goat woman or something. He tries to dredge up a smile when Sakura enters, but it seems worn.]

Howdy! Come to check on everyone?