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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[ossifragant]

[When Thursday rolls around, and Greed notices that a bar has materialized behind the locked door, and the rules Pizzazz has put up, he looks, well... happier than he has the entire time he's been here, actually.

He can be found here the entire day, until the evening static blares, happily checking out the collection of alcohol and offering to mix drinks for anyone who walks into the room.]

[dangerousfool]

See? I told you you'd look good being in charge of a bar! It suits you. You look like a real professional at this job. Well done.

[Wheatley has no use for a bar, but he's looking around with curiosity, just to be able to say he was here and saw what was there to see. Hey there, Greed]

[ossifragant]

[Greed snickers.]

Thanks. I've got to admit, I'm a fan of this set-up. I'd offer you a drink, but I'm not sure if you can actually drink anything.

[does he have a mouth???]

[dangerousfool]

[Nope, no mouth. Figures, hah]

No, I'm fine. Don't really need anything.

[All those bottles of booze are pretty much gibberish to Wheatley. He knows what each one is and some data about all of them, but he has no idea what's considered good and what isn't]

Did you remember owning a bar already? You said you didn't -- but memories change, who knows. Maybe you did already remember.

[ossifragant]

More or less, yeah. Can't say I've been one for long, though.

[But it's honestly hard to tell.]

I still think it's a weird "profession," but it's not like I have a proper one.

[heritrix]

[So you're saying teenagers can't help themselves? Because a teenager is trying to help herself.]

[ossifragant]

[Look, if you want to get wasted, be his guest! He won't stop you. But he probably will stop her just the same.]

You looking for anything in particular?

[It's not like he'll stop her if she really wants to do this herself, but this is one of those things he's knowledgeable about that isn't horrific in some way.]

[heritrix]

[This is why you're her favorite, Greed. Also Rin wasn't trying to be sneaky, at least, so she's pretty amiable seeing him.]

A good nightcap. I was feeling like brandy.

[ossifragant]

Sounds like you've got some tastes.

[So he's going to mix it up for her.]

A good drink does a lot to soothe the soul.

[arebetter]

Probably should have guessed from your profile you'd be into this.

[ Sup Greed, the "owner" of the bar is here. ]

[ossifragant]

It's a pretty great bar, I've got to be honest. A little bit weird for a place like this, but I'm happy with it. It looks a little nicer than my own bar.

[arebetter]

It's way nicer than any hospital has a right to have, that's for sure.

[ She looks over all the stuff. ]

So what kinds of drinks were popular back in your day, anyway?

[ossifragant]

Ahh, plenty of things.

[He'll list off a whole lot of different ones, some of which she'll probably never have heard of and others she probably will have because universal translators and also FMA is weird.]

[imaginex]

[Sakura has no reason to be here except YOLO (quite literally in her case) but here she is, so she might as well... make the best of it?? Yikes there are a lot of bottles here.

She'll smile at Greed, though.]

It's looks like your wish came true, Greed-san.

[ossifragant]

[He laughs cheerfully.]

Sure looks that way! I can't complain.

You want anything?

[imaginex]

I've never had any before, so what would you suggest?

[cthulwho]

[Lovecraft's here to explore! As in, he just noticed this area seems to be unlocked, so he wanders on in after reading the sign.]

Oh... [He squints, partially at Greed too since he's in there. He didn't actually expect this to be a real bar.] Why is this here?

[A bar in a hospital... Okay then, Risen.]

[ossifragant]

I don't know, but I'm not complaining. You want anything?

[cthulwho]

[He'll slide over to the counter.]

...Ah. This is your occupation, isn't it? [Even though this bar appears to be Pizzazz's.] Sure, I'll have something... Whatever you suggest.

[carnivorously]

[Well, the bar sounds great! He's totally joining Greed and finding the whiskey, pouring himself some in a scotch glass on the rocks. Just how he likes it.]

We needed this place weeks ago.

[Just starting up some conversation while taking a sip.]

[ossifragant]

[Greed grins.]

Tell me about it. Alcohol doesn't actually affect me, but I like the taste.

[carnivorously]

It does have a nice taste to it. [He chuckles a little.] People where I'm from aren't supposed to drink alcohol because they fear it will turn you into a latent criminal. It's a shame because it's definitely a drink that calms the nerves if used correctly.

[journalname]

Golly! You look familiar with all this.

[Still willing to help him drink away the memories now that there's actual human liquor around? Asgore certainly seems better than on Monday, but he's still not...really the same as he was before this week.]

[ossifragant]

I sure am. Pretty happy to see one of these around, actually.

[He motions at the fuckload of alcohol behind him.]

You want to try any of it? It might not affect you any, but I've always been fond of the taste.

[journalname]

...I suppose I may as well. Can you recommend something? I have not had much human liquor before, and I certainly do not recall what it was.