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trustfelled2017-07-02 11:45 am
trustfellowship) wrote in trustfelled2017-07-02 11:45 am
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. |
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!]
Kitchen
[Asgore's absence the day before was rather unusual. It's even more unusual that he's here, guzzling coffee over and over. And the posture, that doesn't help either]
You look--you don't look good. Or, in case that's something you don't want to hear right now, then you look great.
...but I mean it, is there something wrong?
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[He trails off for a second, as if unsure how to finish the sentence. Ordinarily he might brush off his own troubles, but this?]
...yes. Something I remembered yesterday.
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I owe you for your kindness, so I thought I could, you know, give you some in return.
[Wheatley really, really isn't sure how listening someone's problems is supposed to go, but he's willing to make the effort]
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[Though he does, briefly, consider turning the offer down. But he should tell someone, should he not?]
My children are dead. [okay and now he sort of looks like he might cry from having said it aloud]
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Oh. That's...very...very...very tough. I'm sorry for your loss.
[He's at a loss of words, unsure of what to say. In times like these, giving some hope may be good? Even if it's fleeting?]
Um, I don't really know about monsters' vital signs, but are you sure they're...I mean, maybe there's a misunderstanding in your most recent memory. It may not have been as bad as it looked...I hope?
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Thank you. But no.
[His tone is very final. He will not be describing why.]
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You know, I'd understand if you want to be alone in your room or something for -- the rest of the week. Or the month. I could do anything you want to do, don't force yourself, and if anyone asks, I could tell them you had a sudden case of...osteoporosis. Yes. That'll work...
[His voice trails off for a moment]
...what I'm trying to say is that you don't need to do anything right now, just--leave it all to us. And if you need something you can ask anyone, we will help you. I can promise you that. So don't worry. You have our support.
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Thank you, Wheatley. You...you are very kind.