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!]

Comments

[enhancements]

["Is it done...?"
"...No."
"Then why am I here?"
"We had a problem. I tried-"
"Save your breath. I know exactly what's happening – we've been betrayed."

Wesker wasn't angry over Nachetanya, even after he'd had time to process everything and wasn't riding high on adrenaline; he wasn't angry last night, and he isn't angry today, despite the heavy themes of betrayal that had run through his dreams. Instead he's just...cold, walled-off more than usual – he doesn't seem interested in speaking very much, and while he can be found in more communal areas, he's generally keeping to himself.

While he's noticed the presence of another hallway, the windows of the external foyer seem to have his attention more than anywhere else, for most of the day; he's just standing there stock-still for long periods of time, unnatural and unsettling, and he doesn't move even if he's approached.

He will ask something of anyone who does, however.]

Tell me what you plan to do when you leave this place. Whether it's based in reality or not. Ideally.

[His words are even, but they're about as icy as the weather outside; there's nothing behind them, really, despite the fact that it's not the sort of question he'd usually ask.

Today is going to be...strange, most likely.

He won't stay there forever, though; eventually he'll go look at the new corridor, his attention being caught by the arcade of all places. Whether he'd normally appreciate such a place or not, something about all the lights and noise catches his attention and holds it there – this is approximately the level of sensory overload he needed right now, and he can be found working out Jubeat timing and actually being surprisingly competent at it. It reminds him of...something, anyway, unrelated to the dreams and his time here, and the memory isn't a bad one for once, and it seems to be relaxing him a bit as he goes.

He'll be in here until well after the night time static blares out, just...rote memorizing as much of the patterns as he can, over and over and over again; he seems to find it calming, at least. One of the few things here that is right now.]

External foyer

[heritrix]

[Hm? What a strange question out of nowhere. Still, Rin answers without hesitation.]

I'll win the Holy Grail War.

[enhancements]

[And that certainly is an answer, isn't it.]

Tell me about it...? This...Holy Grail War.

[heritrix]

Hmm. Can you tell me why you're interested?

[enhancements]

Because I've never heard of such a thing.

I don't imagine I need more reason than that.

[heritrix]

[What a smart response. She could point out that obviously she meant why he asked the question in the first place, before she gave him her reply. But she thinks this might be Wesker's way of being cheeky? She's not sure. Either way, the answer to that question was fine. Rin looks strangely pleased by it, actually.]

It's a mage's war that's held routinely in my city, once every sixty years. Or typically it would. The Fourth war was ten years ago, but the Fifth that I'm participating in now came early.

[enhancements]

[See, you're starting to understand him, Rin. Sort of, anyway.]

Might I ask what the purpose of it is?

External Foyer

[georgeous]

[ ... that question is quite to the point. Unceremoniously dumped, even. ]

Resolve the Enoshima crisis if it hasn't already resolved itself and my memories are just incomplete.

And take down the Risen.

[enhancements]

[Well. Hello there, George.]

That last part I can certainly agree with.

[georgeous]

[ He still doesn't like you, Wesker, but this is a week where talking to people he doesn't like feels way better than talking to people he does. ]

I imagine a lot of us feel the same way. Call it justice, call it revenge... I won't be satisfied until these powers can no longer reach us or anyone.

[enhancements]

[He knows the feeling, somewhat.]

...My personal goal is to see the end of this alive. What that means for the rest of you has yet to be determined. And what that means for the Risen has likewise to be determined.

But I'd be lying if I said that that idea didn't sound satisfying in its own right.

[georgeous]

It would be unwise to leave a power that can grab you out of your universe be, at the very least.

[ A power that is beyond what they knew of... ]

I have a lot of interest in how their abilities work as well.

outer foyer

[crywiththesaints]

You know, I had an answer for that, but last night appears to have dispensed with all context for the memories I'll be receiving.

[enhancements]

A shame to hear it.

Do you mind telling me what happened, or...?

[crywiththesaints]

I don't know entirely myself. I was speaking with a group of Suzaki's followers, directing them into one of his apocalypse shelters. I'm not sure why I would be doing that, I never approved of that plan of his in the first place.

[enhancements]

[That's interesting.]

...What sort of plan are you talking about?

[crywiththesaints]

A cash grab, really. He had apocalypse shelters built to sell to people with the fear of God in them. I thought it was ridiculous.

external foyer

[yourpiecenow]

--- Jesus, fuck. Sometimes I forget you're an actual person and not, like, a really creepy Disney animatronic.

[... wait he asked a question] Ideally? I'd like to come back as some kind of vengeful zombie and break every fucking bone in Fiona Goode's evil murdering body before leaving her to die in a bayou. Just a little fantasy to keep me going on the rough days.

[enhancements]

[...jesus christ, madison, you never fail to be an experience.]

Wouldn't it be preferable to return as you are now?

[As opposed to, you know, the whole vengeful zombie thing.]

...Preferably with functioning magic, I suppose.

[yourpiecenow]

I don't even know what I am now. [... jeez, that's creepy to think about. shivers.] But whatever I am, I have to kill her. Having some magic to beat the old bitch off with would be super helpful, though.

[enhancements]

I can imagine.

[...]

Is it primarily a matter of revenge, or is there something else driving it?

[yourpiecenow]

... What the fuck else would there be? The bitch killed me. I don't need any deeper fucking reason.

[SAID SUPER DEFENSIVELY FOR SOMEONE WITHOUT DEEPER REASONS]

external foyer

[ossifragant]

[The question takes him aback, and he looks like he's not sure how to take it for a moment. It doesn't look like he's put off by Wesker's tone; more like he honestly doesn't know how to answer the question.]

Personally, I'm more interested in getting out of here alive before I think about what I'm going to do after I leave.

[He still looks as half-dead as he has the entire time he's been here.]

[enhancements]

Likewise, actually.

[He doesn't seem off-put by the answer, anyway; it is what it is, really.]

[ossifragant]

I can't say I have any grand plants, right now. Maybe drink a lot of alcohol, but I'd be lying if I didn't say I'm more focused on getting the hell out of here first.