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

[crywiththesaints]

Is it related to your inventory keeping, then?

[heritrix]

Mhmm. Don't worry, a few others here know about it.

[crywiththesaints]

As expected of you. Have you seen the new rooms?

[heritrix]

Not yet. Anything interesting?

[crywiththesaints]

The woodworking shop is along the lines of the dojo and library, in terms of ruination; the arcade resembles the kitchen and pool. The third room, though... it's inaccessible.

[heritrix]

[She nearly makes a face at the mention of an arcade, but that last bit halts her tracks.]

It's locked?

[crywiththesaints]

Precisely. Much like those cabinets in the computer room, though I'm not sure why.

[heritrix]

I planned to check that out today, but I'll add the new room to my list. Perhaps the keys Pizzazz and I have will open them.

[crywiththesaints]

That would be convenient, wouldn't it? There has to be some reason only those things are locked.

[heritrix]

That, and there's no point in giving us keys that don't open anything. They were only good as fashion accessories in the 90s.

[crywiththesaints]

And here I'd almost forgotten that. To be fair, the jelly platforms were a little more ridiculous.

[heritrix]

[She laughs a little.] I remember those. A few of my classmates had them.

[crywiththesaints]

Fashion is interesting, isn't it? Things are beloved by many, and then thrown away and mocked when they've served their use.

[heritrix]

Are you the type of person who never throws an outfit away, Kashima-san?

[crywiththesaints]

Simply the type who observes human behavioural patterns and draws conclusions from there.

[heritrix]

Aww, that's a pity. I had the most amusing mental image of you, Kashima-san, standing in a walk-in closet with disco clothes and shoes next to a sensible business suit.

[crywiththesaints]

...I'm not Gant.

[heritrix]

...Gant's business suit wouldn't be anything near sensible.

[crywiththesaints]

He was probably worse in the 1970s.