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!

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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[trustfellowship]

[We've got enough space for maybe two people, which is improvement over the, like, one that you could stuff in there before.

Aaaaand up we go! You can actually hit ceiling from here if you make your way all the way up - though it doesn't feel like it's just ceiling, it feels like there may be a way to open it somehow from here. Like a panel or something, maybe, though it doesn't feel terribly loose.]

[heritrix]

[In that case before we get to anything ridiculous, is there a handle to this panel? If yes she'll test if it looks like one that pushes or slides open.]

[trustfellowship]

[If you check around enough, there will be a handle, yes! It feels more like it slides.]

[heritrix]

[Awesome, awesome. Once Rin realizes it won't give easily, she's going to put all of her core strength into it. Locking her feet as close to the top of the ladder as she can get she'll use both hands, one gripping the handle and one pressed right next to it on the panel. Really digging in her grip there with the precision of a martial artist, she'll attempt to slide it back.]

[trustfellowship]

[And with a good amount of effort, you will have...some success! It doesn't seem to open all the way, but it opens enough - someone Rin's size shouldn't have any problem fitting through there, at any rate, although it's pretty dark up there.]

[heritrix]

[Heck yeah, this is why you keep teenage girls around. (yea)

Also it's lucky Nachetanya bit the dust; Rin swiped a small light from her trunk when she and George went into her room after the trial. It's become one of the things she keeps on her person, just in case.

Once Rin's managed to climb halfway through the hole feet on the top rungs of the ladder, but upper body through—and one arm braced against whatever floor is up here in the dark—she'll take the light from her pocket and turn it on, shining it around as she pulls herself up the rest of the way. What might the light reveal?]

[trustfellowship]

[The ceiling above you seems kind of low - you could probably stand up in here, Rin, but the top of it would be pretty close to your head. From here it mostly just looks like a big empty space that corresponds with the room you're over; there are a few boxes here and there, though, more like wooden crates than cardboard.]

[heritrix]

[It's like it was built for her! Although:]

If this is an attic, it's quite small.

[Musing this to herself, before she moves on to the crates, Rin will check the ceiling and walls for any kind of light switch so she doesn't have to keep relying on the flashlight in her hand. She's also going to check the walls and ceiling (since it's so close) for dust or strange residue. Or bugs. We got any moths or spiders in here?]

[trustfellowship]

[It all seems incredibly clean, actually. No bugs or spiders or anything!

...That said, no lights, either.]

[heritrix]

[Interesting.

But okay then, there's nothing to be had but to move on to the crates. ...Since these are wooden, she can't help but think back to her conversation with Pizzazz the other day, regarding sinking ships, as it were.

Do these resemble shipping crates, then? Rin is going to scan all of them with her light really quick, to see if there are any words or identifiable marks printed on their sides. She'll check the sides that aren't facing her too.

...I swear I'll stop being pedantic after this and just open the damn things.]

[trustfellowship]

[Nah, they're just kind of wooden boxes hanging out up here. No labels or anything!]

[heritrix]

[Okay! Well at least she feels confident she checked. Without any further ado Rin will crouch in front of the crate closest to her. Can the lid be pulled off? If yes, she'll do that and peek inside.]

[trustfellowship]

[It can!

...It also looks like we've got a shitton of weapons in here. All disassembled and particularly old-looking, but there's an absolute shitload of it. Disassembled guns, things that might be grenades that look older than most people here, things like that.

All of the crates contain similar objects. A fucklot of weaponry for god-only-knows what reason.]

[heritrix]

[Why does she keep finding the things she doesn't want. Does she look like Kiritsugu Emiya??

Uh, well. It actually feels like a bad idea to tell some of the others about this (especially with live bullets in the shooting range especially), but she might have to in case there's anything important to be learned.

Seriously, Rin doesn't even know the basics about any of these except for maybe the grenades, because that's how mages roll with modern weaponry.

Are the weapons in here by themselves? Any hay to root around in, see if there's something at the bottom. Weird marks on the weapons, etc.]