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!]

Comments

kitchen

[yourpiecenow]

[holy shit this is literally the most depressing thing she has ever seen. and she thought her parents were assholes for creating her...

she finds him later on in the kitchen when she's going for her coffee, and just. how do you even respond to this sort of thing. he can't know she knows.]

Why is it always cakes with you?

[dangerousfool]

Oh, if there's one thing Aperture Laboratories' procedure are known for, it's that cake is kind of a big reward. Especially in the past. Cake and staying alive, test subjects do anything to get them.

[That was said a tad too cheerfully. Looks like Wheatley doesn't hold any care about the lots of deaths from tests in the past]

Besides this gives me something to do here. Trial and error, over and over, it's kind of...normal for me? I feel fulfilled. Better to do this than be idle and do nothing, you get that?

[There are so many variables in the procedure to bake a cake, so many ways it can go wrong, that Wheatley actually finds himself entertained by trying to ascertain where things go wrong and how to avoid it.

It's his nature: doing great at hindsight, sucking at foresight]

[yourpiecenow]

I guess that makes sense. It seems kind of stupid to be doing something that you, specifically, can't enjoy, though. But, that's just the hedonist in me, I guess.

[pokes the cake]

[dangerousfool]

Baking is better than anything I have done before, I like it. It sure is better than worrying over the malfunctioning reactor core or having to watch over the smelly humans--

[...oops...quick, think quick. He manages to continue without stopping for a suspiciously long time]

--because whoever made the relaxation chambers for them to rest didn't account for things like, you know, hygiene and keeping everything clean and other similar stuff? And after years everything start to get smelly, that's what I mean. Nothing else.

[Looking apologetically, Wheatley pushes the cake towards Madison a bit]

Um, do you want some? This one is good, I got the right sweetness a couple hundred cakes ago. Maybe you'll like it, it's...it should be good.

[yourpiecenow]

[laughs] What, is that supposed to be offensive? Humans are grosser than you probably even know. It's part of being an animal and everything.

[... she likes cake as a metaphor but. well. does she pity this robot that much. maybe.]

I guess. Eating actual food today would be a change.

[dangerousfool]

[Good, she didn't get offended. Wheatley seems to relax quite a lot]

Good, that was--I didn't mean to let that slip. I'm sorry. It's more that it's the job nobody wanted, so it was given to me. I was hoping for a promotion. Didn't get it.

[Go ahead, take a slice! It's oozing a bit more milk than it should, but it all tastes rather good. Took a lot of trial and error, but looks like he's actually getting the hang of this task]

[yourpiecenow]

What was the rank above human lab rat babysitter than you missed out on? [SHE MOSTLY LIKE. just pokes the cake with a spoon to make it look like she's eating. but she does eat like minute amounts of it.]

[dangerousfool]

[Wheatley doesn't notice she's not eating cake. Yeah, he's not particularly observant, hah]

Manufacturing. A supervisor role, in charge of keeping the production lines working. The foreman chose an exact duplicate of himself. He just--he left the room, and then his duplicate entered, claiming he had obtained the job. Nepotism, that's what it was.

[yourpiecenow]

That's fucking bullshit. Don't you have, like, a robot HR to complain to or something?

[dangerousfool]

Nope, not really. The facility has been empty for years, decades. It was only me, one living test subject, and around ten thousand humans in vegetative state. And the AI trying to kill us, she was there too, almost forgot about her. I wonder what happened to her since I was brought here? Huh.

[yourpiecenow]

Maybe she succeeded. [join team dead]

[dangerousfool]

I hope not, she almost killed me once already. It wasn't a fun experience, I don't recommend it. Don't almost die, trust me on that.

[But then again, Wheatley and the test subject were about to fight her. Maybe she did succeed this time...]