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

[dangerousfool]

Maybe it's magic. A lot of people here say they can use magic, the Risen and the Transmitter may be able to use it too. It's a possibility to consider, to keep in mind.

[relieable]

[he nods... oh, right, the poison. Osomatsu looks at it again, then back up to Wheatley]

I think I should hold onto this. Maybe it'll help me out.

[dangerousfool]

Help you out?!

[Wheatley's eye contracts in surprise. He sounds absolutely terrified]

What--What are you planning to do with it?!

[relieable]

[oh... oh, no! no, Wheatley! Osomatsu blinks, then sees the robot's distress. he waves his arms as best as he can when they're full of stuff]

Uh, no! No, nothing like that! I just thought... if someone came after me... I could use it on them...

[dangerousfool]

And die too?! The lethal dose of tetrodotoxin is little more than 334 μg per kg. That's a lot more potent than cyanide! If you get even a single tiny drop of that on you--I don't want to think about it!

[...]

Aaagh I just thought about it. That's your fault. Are you sure you want to keep it?

[relieable]

[Osomatsu winces]

It's... It's that bad? [even if he got a drop on him?!]

[dangerousfool]

Very bad. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about. The laboratory where I came from produces that neurotoxin all the time.

Or it used to. I remember I sabotaged that machine. Or more like I told a pal to do it, I made the plan. Anyway, the facility doesn't have neurotoxins anymore.

[relieable]

[well. Osomatsu believes Wheatley. why would he lie to him? maybe he's just storing all the poison to keep people safe...... or he wants to use it himself.

regardless, Osomatsu surrenders the bottle finally]

I guess... You can have it. I don't want anything that dangerous near me. [especially not with this week's incentive]

[dangerousfool]

[Wheatley takes the bottle carefully. He may be completely immune to the neurotoxin, but Osomatsu isn't. Better to make sure it won't open or anything]

Thank you, thank you. You know, I feel bad taking this without you receiving anything in exchange. I have a lot of stuff you may like, maybe you'll want some of it! Wait here, I'll bring the stuff!

[There he goes. If you want to stop him before he gets too far then go ahead!]

[relieable]

Ah... [no... no, Osomatsu's not going to stop him. because he wants something! a trade is fair!]

Hey, if it's easier, I can come with you.

[dangerousfool]

Yes, come with me! Over here! My room is that one.

[Wheatley opens the door to his room, showing it in all its glory. Looks like being orderly isn't one of Wheatley's traits. The junk obtained from the machine is strewn all over the floor. Wheatley dodges pretty much everything with ease, getting near the bed -- bed that looks almost completely untouched.

Near the bed there was a strange machine. When Wheatley passes nearby, it chirps, sounding alarmed, and scurries away from Wheatley. When it sees Osomatsu it starts approaching with caution, unsure what to do about the visitor]

Here you go! Take anything you want, and it'll be yours. Go ahead. Oh, you can take paintings too if you want!

[He points at one of the walls, where many paintings have been hanged. They all look quite...quirky. Huh. How about that.]

[relieable]

[wow... Osomatsu looked around the room, kind of in awe of how messy it was. the floor was covered! and check out those paintings! Osomatsu actually laughed at the dreaming cat one. but, uh. he didn't want those.

he looked at the floor, searching for anything that might be of use to him. no cigarettes, no alcohol. dammit]

Hmmm... You got a lot of stuff here. I can really take anything?

[dangerousfool]

[Hahaha, can't blame you for not wanting any of Wheatley's silly art, Osomatsu]

Yup. Anything you want. I don't need so much stuff. I don't even know what to do with all this.

[relieable]

[he continued scanning the room, and finally his eyes stopped on something]

No way...

[he moved to pick up the portable gaming system] You got one of these in the vending machine?

[dangerousfool]

Yup, I did. Some kind of game, I think? It's not a good game. I kept losing all the time, therefore it's a badly done game.

[More like he doesn't have the necessary skills to play]

You want that?

[relieable]

[Osomatsu looks over the system, a bright smile coming to his face. a game! maybe it's not a very good one, but who cares?]

Yeah! [he lifts his head to look at Wheatley] You sure you won't miss it?