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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[positivespin]

Sounds interesting! Okay, will head there after dropping off the rest of this. See you there, Mikoto!

[ She'll gesture to the pile of weird vending machine stuff she got before sorting it in a way she can easily carry with the carry-on bag. Next stop, her room! ]

[preciousking]

[ Once she's gone he shoves his remaining coins into the machine. It's all garbage (to him) and thus he leaves it on the ground. If someone trips over it, it isn't his problem.

With that done Mikoto heads into the kitchen. It takes longer than one might expect—largely because he spends a lot of time looking at and comparing the various glasses in the kitchen. Eventually, he picks out two that are suitable, puts them on a tray, gathers a couple other things, and goes out to meet QQ in the dining hall.

He enters and sets the tray down somewhere by QQ (who presumably did whatever while he was being picky about glasses). On it are two glasses of water, two more glasses containing only ice, the two short, empty glasses he selected, and a stack of crackers on a plate. He sets a glass in front of him and one in front of QQ. ]

This your first time drinking? [ Gotta ask. ]

[positivespin]

[ Like QQ said, she carts all that stuff straight to her room with all the other stuff she got from the vending machine. One day she really should take it all out to see if people want to trade. But not now--not when her stop is the dining hall.

It doesn't take her very long to head over there...with the Santa hat she got in tow. When Mikoto finally makes his entrance, she's twirling it around like it's some sort of flying disc. ]

No. Not a long-time drinker though. QQ's current age is the lowest that country allows.

[ She's seen waaay too many people drink to the point of passing out. Even Ricardo has. Personally, she doesn't see much fun in that, but that's their prerogative. But hey, at least it means she never feels the urge to go above social drinking. ]

[preciousking]

Hm... [ Thinking about it now he doesn't recall how old she is. If he pours her a drink, is Izumo going to complain? For all he knows, the other man is watching him right now and staring on in disappointment. That's enough to make him reconsider, but if she can drink in her country that might be all that matters. Plus, he's not about to stop someone if they really want to do something.

So he takes the bottle, opens it up, and pours a very tiny amount of the liquid into QQ's glass. It's enough for a taste, nothing more. ]

Try it first.

[ Meanwhile, he spoons a couple ice cubes into his own glass. ]

[positivespin]

All right, thank you.

[ At that, she puts down her Santa frisbee before picking up the glass. She won't drink it right away though, choosing to peer at the color for a moment. The amber color is what she'd expect from bourbon...and turkey. Ever since she saw the name of the label, she can't help but wonder if the taste is a mix of the two. Sure it would be strange where she's from, but maybe it's perfectly normal in other worlds. Only one way to find out, she decides before finally taking a small sip.

A moment later, she sets the glass down, looking strangely relieved. ]

...Hmm, glad it does not taste like turkey!

[preciousking]

[ By the time she takes her sip he's already pouring some of the bourbon into his glass. It's a small amount—20ml at most. If not for the fact that he could practically feel Izumo glaring daggers at him, it might be a tad more. Ah well, what can you do?

Seeing as she didn't complain about the taste, he assumes that means she'll take it neat. In more of the bourbon goes! In QQ's glass, that is. She does get a little less than him, though who knows if that's intentional or simply a result of Mikoto failing to measure anything. Back on the cap goes. ]

You thought it would?

[positivespin]

[ Look, it's the first thought that went to mind before she started drinking. ]

It's called Wild Turkey, right? Was wondering if it meant flavor, but obviously not. The sweet and spice mix does not remind QQ of turkey at all.

[ She won't take another sip quite yet, opting to observe it some more. The way she's staring at it, you'd think it'd up and start talking about the reason for its lack of turkey-ness. But alas, nothing about it or the bottle answers that burning question. ]

Know why they name it that, Mikoto?

[preciousking]

... What the hell are you saying? [ Off-handedly and without much interest. While he does get it, it sounds so much like she's rambling that he kinda... tuned her out. Just a little.

He leans back in his chair in a way that's pretty close to exasperation. ]

I've got no idea.

[positivespin]

The alcohol's name!

[ Either she does or doesn't notice the exasperation, but whichever is the case, she keeps trucking on anyway. (Spoilers: it's the former.) ]

Hmm...maybe it's the color. It does look like turkey.

[preciousking]

[ Chances are he would do the same in her shoes. Fair's fair! ]

Don't think so.

[positivespin]

Then QQ will just have to think about it.

[ Before she asks yet another question, she leans forward to pick up her cup again for another sip. Yup, still not turkey. But since Mikoto is being Mikoto, she'll go with a more normal subject matter instead of saying that out loud. ]

Mikoto, do you like this kind of alcohol?

[preciousking]

[ Mikoto takes this rare pause as his opportunity to lift his glass, swirl the liquid, and take a sip. It's been a little too long since he's had alcohol. That isn't to imply he overindulges, but seeing how he's been barred from his other vice this is a welcome change.

For now. It's starting to seem like that stupid machine has something against him. ]

It's not bad.

[positivespin]

[ Of course their reserved one would say that. It's enough to make her stifle a laugh behind her glove. ]

Which is high praise coming from you! You must really love it!

[ She saw the way he looked quickly when she offered to share the alcohol. It's the same look Ricardo gets when eyeing rifles at the shop. If Mikoto does in fact hate this alcohol, then she'll eat a plateful of sushi slathered with hot sauce while poking a bear with a stick. ]

[preciousking]

I didn't say that.

[ Despite saying that, he clicks his tongue in irritation and looks away from her. He might as well be saying "yes," considering he's not completely denying it. ]

[positivespin]

Yes, you did. Totally did. Just not out loud!

[ But she'll have some mercy and try not to tease him about it very hard. Doesn't stop her from giggling a little as she sets down her glass again. ]

Wonder if that means the first time you drank this was, um, memorabble? That how it said?

[ At least it's easy enough to tell she means memorable... In her defense, she only saw it written so far. ]