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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[ossifragant]

["Hey, listen, Martel."
"...Yeah?"
"Stay in this can until morning. If I'm not back by then, you're on your own. Just make sure you have some fun, okay?"
"Greed, what are you gonna do?"
"Can't get into it, doll. The talking's done."

It's a long time before Greed leaves his room, well past noon. When he does leave, his first stop is to the library, where he spends most of the day reading quietly. Despite how boisterous he has been in the past, Greed is surprisingly quiet. Eventually, he goes to check out the newly opened section of the hospital, ignoring the arcade for the workshop where he will be for the rest of the night, apparently content to idly carve away at a piece of scrap wood with one of the carving knives.]

Workshop

[heritrix]

[She's not very interested in this place, but it's still good to look around. Greed looked intensely focused so she didn't bother him at first, but when she tires of scanning the room about, she draws closer with a smile.]

What are you working on?

[ossifragant]

Nothing in particular.

[He holds up the block he's been carving to show her. It's more of an abstract shape than anything else; he's clearly not an artist.]

Just something to pass the time, you know?

[heritrix]

[It definitely doesn't look like anything to her, but at the same time it's kind of fun? Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she looks back to him.]

So much for my dreams of a baseball bat.

[ossifragant]

[Greed snorts.]

Hey, I'm sure you can look for a big enough block of wood to get started.

[heritrix]

That's not my specialty. But it might be fun to try it with one of those swords that can't cut anything.

[It's not like it'd be a misuse, all that considered.]

[ossifragant]

[He laughs.]

Those things come out of that machine? I haven't seen one yet. It might be kind of interesting, actually. Or entertaining if nothing else.

[heritrix]

I have two, if you want one. I mostly use it to prop the trunk open so I don't have to hold the lid for several minutes.

[ossifragant]

Hey, sure. It might help with my trunk.

[He sets his project down for the moment.]

Maybe we could see if they would actually work on one of the bigger blocks of wood.

[heritrix]

[She laughs.] It won't even cut my finger! But if you want I'll bring them both, and we can have fun with them.

[ossifragant]

Sure, go ahead and get them. I'm sure we'll find something useful for blades that don't actually cut anything.

[heritrix]

[In a workshop that doesn't have the tools for metalwork. Why not? Interested to see what they come up with, Rin goes to fetch the two Iron-Nicking Swords and will return in short order.]

Here~ you are~! One useless sword, looking for a new career.

[She'll pass one over to him, and hold on to the other for herself. A bit like a baseball bat, actually; she's obviously no swordsman.]

[ossifragant]

[He flips the sword in his hands, clearly like someone who doesn't know much about swords.]

Might as well see what we can do with this, right?

[So obviously he's going to pick up the sword to try and cut the small block of wood. He tries this for all of a minute before it's clear the sword, for whatever reason.... doesn't cut at all.]

...Weird.

library

[crywiththesaints]

Good afternoon. [Sakura looks up from sorting through books on the floor.] Have you found anything interesting?

[ossifragant]

[Greed looks up.]

Ahh... just a bunch of stories. I'm afraid most of the nonfiction would go over my head.

[He's never been one for science, really.]

[crywiththesaints]

Well, there's value in that too. The books seem to be from all of our worlds, anyway, so there's that educational segment.

[ossifragant]

I haven't recognized much, but I guess that's not a complete surprise-- I'm a bit out of time, even in my own world.

[crywiththesaints]

Because you've seen so much of it?

[ossifragant]

No, because I've been out of commission for something like one hundred and thirty years.

[crywiththesaints]

Trapped for that long?

[ossifragant]

Yeah.

I still don't remember how the hell I got out of the prison in the first place, but I've remembered enough to know it's true.

[crywiththesaints]

I don't envy you. My memories were in order, but this week they've dispensed with that.

[ossifragant]

...that must make it even more confusing. They haven't been in order since the beginning.

[crywiththesaints]

The rest make sense to me, but apparently in this one, I was ushering people into apocalypse shelters. Shelters I was always against, mind you.

[ossifragant]

....Apocalypse shelters?