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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[doctorize]

[... Well. That explains the scars. Or at least the lighter ones on his back, though a part of him had already sort of suspected, given the length and shape.

The new room that Danny decides to look at for a little while is the workshop, examining and picking up different tools that are available. After this past trial, he has little faith in believing that no one will think of using these for a potential murder, so it's best to get accustomed to what's here just in case.

Afterwards, Danny will go to the art studio to sketch: again, a lot of focus on the faces and eyes of some people here and he knows at home, though there is a sketch of one person's face that he hasn't done before until now, which he is going to bring to the shooting range with him and... attempt to fix it to one of the targets to aim at here, um.]

shooting range

[imaginex]

[She's not planning on shooting today, worried that previous associations to the place will just upset her more than help, but that doesn't mean she can't take comfort out of the familiar. Danny's presence only cements that, in fact. She likes seeing him there as much as she likes shooting.

... Though she's not sure what he's doing near one of the targets. Did an arrow get stuck?]

Daniel-san?

[doctorize]

[Of all the people to catch him in the act of doing this... Sakura is a nice girl and doesn't deserve to hear the explanation for what he was doing, which might be why Danny turns to have the sketch concealed behind his back.]

Ah, hello Miss Sakura! It looks like once again, great minds think alike in regards to using this room today.

[imaginex]

Mm. Yes, it's good therapy for a Sunday.

[Well, since she's here and doesn't have the heart to dump on Danny about her problems, she figures it'd look strange if she doesn't get a bow. Doing that first... well, before that, she glances over her shoulder at him]

Do you need help...? I know a quick way to get stubborn arrows out of the targets.

[doctorize]

[About that...]

Oh no, it's nothing like that troubling me here.

[imaginex]

[Ah... Looking slightly confused, though she nods in acceptance]

Is the target broken, then?

[doctorize]

... No. I suppose it's more like I'm trying to decide if this is the target I really want to aim for today.

[... Because that's not ominous sounding or anything.]

shooting range

[carnivorously]

[It's rare to see Danny so worked up, so to go to the shooting range and putting what looks like a paper with a person's face on a target. Um... well, Kogami has no room to talk given his own personal issues.

So instead of worrying for the other man, he just lights up a cigarette and smiles.]

It's better when you get to shoot the real thing. However, I imagine that will suffice for now, I take it.

[His words seem vague, but maybe Danny will catch on what he's talking about.]

[doctorize]

[And because it's Kogami, he doesn't really feel like hiding what he's doing as he finishes attaching the sketch to the target here.]

For now, though whether or not I will actually do so when or if I see the real thing again is still debatable.

[... And then what Kogami is actually saying here finally catches up to him.]

Have you remembered getting the revenge that you've been seeking this whole time?

[carnivorously]

Let's hope you get to.

[That's probably not exactly something he should encourage, but does it really matter? This place is fucked up, anyway. It's clearly been messing with people to a point that he's barely seen anyone out of their rooms.

In any case, he nods.]

Just like I did. So yes, I remembered it. I guess it's a good thing I didn't take that motive, huh?

[There's still gaps in his memories, but... that's all he wanted to know.]

[doctorize]

Indeed. It would have been disappointing otherwise if you had.

[He'll leave his target now as he walks over. He would kind of prefer a gun, but practising archery will have to suffice.]

[carnivorously]

I think I would have kicked myself if that were the case.

[If there is an afterlife that is. If Makishima's there, he would have laughed his ass off.]

So, you mind talking about it?

[He nods to the picture as Danny looks like he's about to shoot.]

[doctorize]

[...]

Zack--his full name is Isaac Foster. He's a serial killer that had been plaguing the town for a while now until recently.

He's also the person responsible for the cuts to my back, if last night's dream is to be believed.

art studio

[preciousking]

[ Please don't mind him as he comes up behind you to watch you sketch, Danny. He's probably not that close, given he likes his personal space.]

Is that a person?

[doctorize]

[Oh, hey Mikoto. He's a little surprised to see you here, but Danny nods.]

Yes. It's someone that I know of back home.

[preciousking]

[ Hey, Danny. He's interested in art, kind of. Mostly in passing. ]

They really look like that?

[doctorize]

Indeed. It's not a very flattering appearance, is it?

[preciousking]

If you're not into that sort of thing, guess not.

What happened to their face? Looks like they lost a fight.

[doctorize]

... You know what, I'm not sure what the whole story is behind that. Their face looked like that already when I met them and I haven't exactly been given the opportunity to ask.

art studio

[arebetter]

[ Well that's sure a thing isn't it? ]

Who's the creepy dude?

[doctorize]

Ah... his name is Zack, and he's, unfortunately, someone that exists where I come from.

[arebetter]

Ugh, I know the feeling. Though my people that unfortunately exist don't look so... Zack-y.

[doctorize]

Well, in this particular case, it may have to do with the fact that Zack is a serial killer?

[... BECAUSE THAT SURE IS A THING ABOUT THIS GUY HERE]

[arebetter]

That... you know what, I would also find a serial killer existing in my life unfortunate, yes.

[doctorize]

Indeed. Though, given my previous line of work providing therapy for criminals in prisons, it's a rather familiar part of my life I'm afraid.