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

[relieable]

[Osomatsu should probably be focused on her story, but what he zeroes in on is]

Hey! The vent! We should try escaping through that!

[heritrix]

[Rude...]

I don't think even Rose would fit in that...

[relieable]

Aren't there bigger ones? Like in the kitchen? [he tosses the toy back onto his bed, then walks into the room and leans against the desk] Even if one person could get out, they could go get help.

1/2

[heritrix]

Not for a person. Even if someone could get through, they'd get electrocuted I bet.

[...]

Maybe—No, no. I wouldn't even risk Wheatley at this—

[heritrix]

[Well wherever she was going about that, Rin freezes abruptly mid-word with a look of shock, having tracked Osomatsu's movement to the desk.]

[relieable]

[oh, right. getting electrocuted is a thing here! Osomatsu heard that at the meeting...

but, hm? why'd Rin suddenly cut off her sentence? he looks at her, tilting his head]

Tohsaka-san?

[heritrix]

That... [Her eyes are as soft as her voice, trained on the horse figurine sitting on his desk.] Did that come from the vending machine?

[relieable]

Huh? [he follows her line of sight. the horse!]

Oh, yeah! I just got it today. [he gingerly picks it up, then offers it to her] Have you, uh... Seen it before?

[heritrix]

It's one of a kind. I would recognize it anywhere.

[Rin takes the horse into her hands; cupping it, instead of holding it by the hooves to minimize smudges. But it doesn't look like that matters; the crystal continues to shine beautifully. Rin regards it tenderly, like a well-loved photograph. It's obvious from that and her previous behavior that whatever this object is, it's precious.]

My father made it.

[relieable]

[oh........... Osomatsu drops his shoulders, looking at the horse, then back up to Rin. it's hers. he got something that belonged to her out of the vending machine]

...You'd better hang onto it, then.

[heritrix]

[She laughs. It goes without saying that she will.]

Thank you for giving it back to me. [He didn't have to.] It means a lot.

[relieable]

[ah? why is she laughing? is she really that happy about it?]

Yeah, sure. It's a bit too fancy for me, anyway. [he gives her a grin] So your father makes glass animals?

[heritrix]

[She shakes her head.]

No. He made this many years ago. I was practicing magecraft on my own, and botched growing the crystal. Father [and it may be notable here, as they're both Japanese speakers, that Rin is referring to him as otou-sama] demonstrated the proper technique.

[Rin sets The horse back down on the desk for a minute, splaying her hands around it as if shaping the crystal by thought. This wasn't made with a chisel, or careful tools.]

It was amazing watching him work. I could have stood there, transfixed for hours, but in hindsight it was generously twenty minutes.

[relieable]

[ah, he made it with magic. of course! Osomatsu seems like he finds that enchanting. imagine, being able to change the shape of something. that sounds fun!]

Twenty minutes? Must've taken a lot of concentration. [he notes how she addresses her father, but doesn't comment on it]

[heritrix]

Both more and less than you think. Manipulating matter is one of the first things I was taught, so it's become engrained in me. But I've never been able to create anything like this.

[Fondly, she takes the figurine back into her hands again, admiring the details of how it was sculpted.] Father was so skilled.

[Was being the key term.]

[relieable]

[was, huh?]

...What happened to him? [is it all right to ask that?]

[heritrix]

[Only a little does her expression change, with her smile falling, but the question doesn't upset her. It was a long time ago.]

He was killed, while participating in the Fourth Holy Grail War.

[relieable]

[he was killed in a war? Osomatsu wonders if that's another magic thing]

Ah, sorry. [he'll just offer his condolences]

[heritrix]

It's been ten years. I wish he were still by my side, of course, but I moved on as he would have wanted me to a long time ago.

[Which may sound harsh, but Rin's features reflect no such intensity.]

[relieable]

[Osomatsu certainly doesn't judge her for moving on, especially when it happened so long ago. still, he found it nice that he could learn a bit more about her]

I'm sure he'd be very proud of the young woman you've become, Tohsaka-san.

[ah, that sounded sappy!]

1/3

[heritrix]

[Oh that— Rin's eyes widen, cheeks coloring. It only means so much coming from Osomatsu, who never knew her father, but it's a high praise regardless.]

2/3

[heritrix]

[It cuts right to the bone too, prompting some sincere reflection. It's not doubt, it's just... She can acknowledge it. She's made mistakes; wasted the inheritance he left for her, her most powerful trump card drained in an instant. Charing in to challenge Caster cost her badly. And to top it all off, she ended up in a place like this. Somewhere between all of that, she lost a piece of their Magic Crest, the most precious possession he entrusted to her.]

3/3

[heritrix]

[But she's come this far, and she doesn't intend to lose. Not here, or back home. She's done everything by her best judgement, to uphold the pride of their family, not just to meet his expectations but to surpass them.

Osomatsu's words might be sappy, but Rin accepts them with all the joy of a child who's been told they've done well. Holding the figurine close to her heart, she beams with pride.]

Of course! He'll tell me himself, someday.

[relieable]

[...he really wants to pet her head. would that be acceptable? he loves giving people headpats. but, for some reason, Rin seems too dignified for that, so... he holds himself back, but he grins all the same]

Of course!

[heritrix]

[As adorable as that would be, don't push it, buddy. Rin would be so embarrassed she might die on the spot.]

I should get back to my room, but I originally stopped in to check on you. Are you holding up okay?

[She knows that had to be one of his brothers among the hostages.]