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

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[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!

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[cthulwho]

[Lovecraft is actually relatively easy to find today, because he is wandering the building for a good chunk of the morning and afternoon. However, he is certainly acting...off. More off than he usually acts, of course. Rather than the skittish slinking along he tends to do, he is very obviously staggering in a disoriented manner, leaning against hallway walls and almost stumbling into obstacles. He won't address anyone unless he's called out himself, though he can occasionally be heard muttering, "Eliminate the enemy..." in a strange tone as he moves along.

What the hell did he dream about?

He finally begins to regain his composure when he reaches the pool and dumps himself in there for a little while. He can be found there doing his usual weird pool habits, though he's actually more above the water than below it this time around, just kind of...floating there in contemplation.

Once he's gotten over whatever the heck happened earlier, Lovecraft decides to explore the new area of the building. The arcade catches his interest strangely enough (annoying flashing lights aside), and so he spends some time poking around at the various games. He doesn't seem to be particularly good at them though, if his inability to react to the Jubeat sequences in a timely manner says anything. He'll...keep trying, though. It's a distraction.]

arcade

[cadmiums]

[ Ryoji has no intention on staying here, he's just checking out what the new areas are and, oh. He's not really seeking anyone out today, but Lovecraft is somewhat of an exception. ]

You were right.

[cthulwho]

[He glances up from whatever game he's currently making an attempt at, slightly confused at first.]

I--? [He begins to ask for clarification until the realization hits him.] Oh... Your occupation?

[Ryoji doesn't seem very happy about it...]

[cadmiums]

Yes. [ Unhappy isn't necessarily the right word, he seems incredibly detached and just existing without much emotion at all. ]

Thank you for giving me that clue before.

[cthulwho]

[Considering Ryoji's demeanor up until this point, it's noticeable. It's...jarring. And that's the being who is usually like this taking it into consideration as he regards Ryoji.]

...Did it lessen the impact?

[cadmiums]

Not at all. [ That too sounds firm. ]

[cthulwho]

Oh... So it is an occupation that you do not like.

[Understandable. Though this is pretty clearly something that has shaken Ryoji quite a lot, rather than it being something to simply complain about.]

[cadmiums]

...that's one way to say it.

[cthulwho]

I'm...sorry.

[It's one of those awkward situations. It seems like a heavy topic, but he's not sure if it's good to pry. He knows if he found out he had a job he didn't like, it wouldn't be something he'd want to talk about.]

...Did it explain anything else about your profile?

[He'll go this route.]

building wandering pals

[imaginex]

[... She was going to leave Lovecraft be until the moment he nearly stumbled into her, though judged by the expression on Sakura's face, it's not something that upsets her.]

Lovecraft-san, you might hurt yourself.

[cthulwho]

[This...momentarily snaps him out of it. He freezes up, blinking several times before glancing down at Sakura.]

...What? [...] O-Oh, Sakura. I'm...sorry?

[Okay maybe he's still a little out of it.]

[imaginex]

No, you don't need to apologize.

[Head tilted at him, she observes his posture before coming to some mental decision]

I don't think your enemies are here right now.

[cthulwho]

They...aren't?

[...

He shakes his head, then rubs at it a little bit. Right. This is the hospital.]

N-No... I suppose you are right.

[Jeez, just how much of a number did that dream do on him? His head is just spinning...]

[imaginex]

[Sakura is noting that. While she'd prefer he stay still for a moment, she instead reaches out and very gently tugs on his coat, a plea for him to follow her.

Very slowly, please. Do not trip over her or this is going to be a long day.]

Did someone order you to attack?

[cthulwho]

[He'll go ahead and follow, definitely slowly. Taking things slowly sounds...good.]

I think so. Fitzgerald must have given me orders to eliminate anyone attempting to interfere...

[He has no idea what they were interfering with, but that sort of information is never very necessary for him.]

[imaginex]

Okay... does um, this happen often when you're given orders?

[She glances behind her]

It's like your under a trance...

[cthulwho]

Mm... Not typically. I think I was overworked.

[He idly brings a hand up to his chest, like he expected something to be there.]

I don't know who they were, but the enemy was tough. [...] They hurt Steinbeck, so I...had to fight them on my own, and it put a lot of strain on my body. It is... It is still quite hazy.

[Without context, it's probably very confusing to process. Unfortunately, Lovecraft doesn't have much context for it himself.]

somewhere in the halls

[georgeous]

[ George is in the foulest of foul moods himself today and he really would not have bothered with Lovecraft if it wasn't for this.... very strange utterance. After all the death they've seen, he has very little tolerance for vague threats left so he decides for the rudest possible approach and just snap a question at Lovecraft. Uh. Oops. ]

What enemy?

[cthulwho]

[W o w, George. But it's a completely valid question, considering everything else going on. Unfortunately, Lovecraft's answer isn't going to be very useful.

He pauses for a moment before tilting his head toward George. It's...a little unsettling.]

Those who would...interfere with Fitzgerald...

[Whoever the fuck that is.]

[georgeous]

[ .... uhm. Okay, so are we sure Lovecraft is human? Did that ever get established? There was that question mark on his profile..... George needs to look into that so he's prepared for whatever weird movement Lovecraft makes next time. Uhm, yes. ]

... this whole author's name thing is really pervasive among people around you, huh?

[cthulwho]

[Is he human? A very good question...!

He frowns slightly. He's growing a little irritated, only because this topic is getting brought up again when he's already feeling disoriented enough.]

Again with authors. People keep confronting me with this information... I have nothing to say about that...

[georgeous]

Then who is Fitzgerald?

[ Let's approach this backwards...? Maybe that will... help. Probably not. Getting anything reasonable out of Lovecraft apparently only works when it's about (rightfully) incriminating Nachetanya. ]

[cthulwho]

[It's actually easier than George might think. Honestly, it's only because of the group setting that Lovecraft gets so nervous and stubborn with speaking up. George will find that he's much more willing to speak now that it's just the two of them, despite his current daze.]

My employer...and the leader of the Guild.

[georgeous]

And you'd kill for him.

[ He could also ask what the Guild even is, but this seems more immediately pressing given the murder game situation they are in. ]

[cthulwho]

[Lovecraft's gaze briefly drifts up toward the ceiling before his head rolls back into another unsettling angle.]

Yes. He...already ordered me to eliminate...

[Holy hell he should not be saying this. Coming off of his most disorienting dream yet, he isn't even in the right frame of mind to be having this conversation.

But there it is anyway.]