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

[imaginex]

Was there anything inside...?

[heritrix]

Not in the cabinet itself, but it had a false back. I pried it away expecting an object hidden behind it, but instead I found another room. It had a good deal of space to it, and a ladder.

And before anyone asks, no, it didn't lead to an exit. At the top of the ladder was an attic of sorts. I can stand in it, but none of you guys would be able to. The ceiling is maybe an inch above my head.

[aspiringly]

Was there anything else of note? It seems doubtful that it would be locked up if it was completely devoid of significance.

[heritrix]

[Here Rin hesitates again, clearly uncomfortable.]

There were crates. Full of weapons.

[cthulwho]

...Hospitals don't usually stock up on weapons.

[Thank you, Captain Obvious Lovecraft.]

[heritrix]

There's plenty in the vending machines, but these differed from even those.

[aspiringly]

[Well this isn't ominous or anything.]

How so?

[heritrix]

Disassembled guns, grenades...? [In an irritated manner, she brushes her hair back over her shoulder.] I couldn't tell for certain, other than that they looked old. But there was a lot of them. Several crates worth.

[aspiringly]

It would be worth our time to examine those more closely then, if they're that important. The problem lies in who to choose for that task.

[He has enough experience with guns and the like, but well. He'll leave the nominations to someone else.]