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

kitchen

[cthulwho]

[Entirely too out of it for a good part of the day, if he came across the skittish frankenturret while wandering the halls in a daze he probably just managed to stumble over it and not much more. Wheatley's secret is safe from Lovecraft, at least.

But he does appear in the kitchen at some point while Wheatley is working.]

Hello, Wheatley...

[The greeting comes out of random, Lovecraft can be found at the nearby counter. If there's a cake, Lovecraft is bound to find it, it seems.]

This one looks good, too.

[dangerousfool]

Yup! I think I'm proficient at this. Not bad for little ol' Wheatley!

[He sounds very proud of himself]

I think I can get even better? I'll see. Or more like you'll see. You will--it'll be like nothing you have seen before.

[For someone who was made to be a complete moron, he sure is managing to do something well]

[cthulwho]

I look forward to it.

[And he's sincere about it! It's pretty fascinating that Wheatley would go through this much effort, especially since he's a machine and all. And by that he means...]

Do you ever wish you could taste your cakes?

[dangerousfool]

No, not really. Why'd I want that? It's not like I have ever needed such thing.

[Wheatley tilts his head in thought]

Buuuuut I also never really needed appendages like arms or legs, and I find I like it. Maybe, if I ever receive such ability, I'd grow to like it too. It's adaptation.

[He's not in a hurry to get anyone to give him a sense of taste, though, he's more than fine not having one]

[cthulwho]

[Why would Wheatley want it? Lovecraft stares at him like it's the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard.]

Because then you would know how delicious sweets are. That aside, there is a certain...joy [sure, we'll go with that word] in discovering a favorite food.

[dangerousfool]

[Yeah, that doesn't sound too appealing to Wheatley, hah]

It'd make things awkward. Just me, standing near the table and then mashing my eye against a plate of food, that's not very appealing. It'd make things hard for me to see.

[And it'd be a waste of food too]

[cthulwho]

[Oh my god Wheatley.]

Well... No, I suppose not. You're not meant to eat with your eye, anyway. [...] How about...sensors? Is that possible?

[He's somewhat familiar with machines but everything Wheatley is is just beyond him.]