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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[crywiththesaints]

[Old Sakura is in the chapel this morning, singing... singing, we guess? It doesn't seem to have any words, but it sounds creepy and ominous nonetheless. Bother her if you like, it isn't as if she's got anything else to do.

Around lunch, she'll be in the dining hall with the entire Can Trade section of her inventory laid out on a table.]

All of this is up for trade. I keep getting things I can't make any use of.

[Later, it's off to the media room to watch Hostageventures, the latest new reality show. Sakura's eyes narrow, observing every little thing in case it's important. Come tomorrow, it probably will be.]

Dining hall

[heritrix]

What would you like for the jeans?

[They're a bit long for her, but she can tailor them in the sewing room. But it's as Rin's is looking them over that she notices the three meteorite arrows. Picking one up, she examines it with interest.]

Though I'm a little interested in these too. This is an unusual mineral.

[crywiththesaints]

I believe it's from space, myself. What have you got to trade?

[heritrix]

[Rin hums, looking at the rest of Sakura's items for items that aren't already on this table.]

I have a flashlight the size of a matchbox. And a radio? I imagine most of the things I own are considered junk; I've only kept it in case it would be useful. The water flutes are fun, but I can't see you enjoying something so frivolous.

[crywiththesaints]

Well, those would work. What I've been keeping is mostly useful, you're right -- like a camera and notebook, which are good in investigations.

[heritrix]

I'll go get them, then!

[And she'll be right back.]

[crywiththesaints]

That was fast. Though I can't blame you for looking for new clothes.

chapel

[imaginex]

[Perhaps it's because it sounds somewhat ominous that Sakura finds herself attracted to the melody. It certainly gives the small chapel a certain atmosphere that was lacking before.]

I didn't realize you could sing, Kashima-san.

[crywiththesaints]

Hello. [Sakura nods at Young Sakura and steps down.] It isn't something I do often, outside of religious services.

[imaginex]

Aah... so you're religious?

[crywiththesaints]

To an extent. It does sound odd for a scientist, but I assure you it's more common than people think.

[imaginex]

[She shakes her head a little]

It's not that I find it strange... I just never grew up with it in my house. Sometimes I forget it's an option for others.

[crywiththesaints]

Perhaps that's how it is for a lot of things. When you're lost, it's good to find something to follow.

dining hall

[positivespin]

Oh, that's QQ's swimsuit.

[ Why is her swimsuit (presumably) in the vending machine? That's far weirder than the QQ's tank top and jeans that combo Lovecraft found and traded to her. ]

Hmm, QQ's luck isn't very strong with the machine, but the only things I think Auntie would consider is an ink pen and thermometer?

[ Somehow, she doesn't think she'd be interested in a crane & tortoise diamond. ]

[crywiththesaints]

I've got a pen with the notebook... and another one, though that's got a bit of an issue. I can take the thermometer, though. My thanks.

[positivespin]

QQ should be the one thanking you! So thank you!

[ But before that, her curiosity is now piqued... ]

What kind of issue? No ink?

[crywiththesaints]

...I believe it may be possessed.

[positivespin]

[ Well, that wasn't what she was expecting at all. ]

By what? A writer?

[crywiththesaints]

It's possible. Here.

[She hands over the nolo pen and tears a piece of paper out of her notebook.]

Try it. For some reason, it only ever says one thing.

Media Room

[journalname]

[Asgore is in there already, moodily watching whichever screen currently has that goat woman or something. He tries to dredge up a smile when Sakura enters, but it seems worn.]

Howdy! Come to check on everyone?

[crywiththesaints]

So it would seem. They're all still around, at least.

[journalname]

I did not expect much different. I do not know much about the others, but Toriel would be...good at keeping order. Better than I, I am sure.

[crywiththesaints]

You don't think you've done well enough?

[journalname]

Eight people are dead.

[crywiththesaints]

And there may have been more, had things gone differently. People will always struggle to live over one another.