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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[arebetter]

Because of how you feel in the morning if you have too much, I assume.

[ It's sort of a red-orange kind of deal! ]

Cheers.

[heritrix]

Cheers.

[She'll tap her glass against Pizzazz's if she'll let her. This is nice; it's Rin's first time drinking with someone else. Even if takes a surprising turn, she'll always remember it for that.]

[arebetter]

[ It's no fun drinking alone, Rin! Pizzazz will absolutely let her tap the glass against hers. And after a sip... ]

I don't remember the last time I felt like I had the free time to drink.

[heritrix]

Not even with your band?

[arebetter]

Not really. Too busy wrangling them. They get into all sorts of trouble when I'm not around. Yelling, fighting, dating the enemy...

[heritrix]

I never would have pegged you to be the den mother type.

[Despite their last talk of what a good role model she is.]

[arebetter]

Less den mother, more brave leader. I'm the boss, it's my job to keep my band together.

... not that they wouldn't make it without me, but it's whatever.

[heritrix]

...Hardcore. [A beat.] Am I using that term right?

[She'd never heard it until this point. But there's a deep-seated respect behind Rin's eyes, and the grin she gives Pizzazz.]

[arebetter]

You absolutely are.

[ THIS KID... she likes this kid. ]

You ever think of going a little more hardcore yourself? Dying your hair, getting some piercings, that kind of thing?

[heritrix]

[Rin has taken a few drinks from her zombie in this time, perking up in delight. It's delicious. The good mood spills into her laughter too, at Pizzazz's question.]

Me? [Hahaha.] Oh geez. I think the student body would have a heart attack if I changed my hair or body so drastically. I can't be responsible for so many medical expenses.

A tattoo on the other hand... [She hums into her drink. Honestly she feels a little naughty considering it? It doesn't fit the image she tries to present, and yet Rin can't help but find it appealing.] Maybe, if it were in a discreet spot.

[arebetter]

[ It sure is a good thing zombies are great and we'll never see any bad connotations to this drink choice at all, huh? But Pizzazz laughs. ]

Come on, that has to make you want to do it more, though! The... hair dye thing. Tattoos are too personal for me to get too into encouraging, but now I also have to ask what tattoo you'd get.

[heritrix]

Maybe as a prank for a day!

[But she's setting her glass down of the totally innocent drink to pull a notebook from her pocket.]

I've worked too hard for literal years wrapping those guys around my pinky, to blow it in one go like that! Teachers too.

[The design Rin draws on the paper is simple, sketched with three confident strokes, as if she can see it plainly in her mind. She spins the notebook around and pushes it towards Pizzazz, so she can see.]

[arebetter]

Alright, alright, I'll accept that. Only on account of you being apparently devious.

[ Pizzazz examines it for a moment, thoughtful. ]

... You're going to have to explain this one to me.

[heritrix]

[Heck yeah she's devious. She's not known as the Red Devil for nothing. (yea) Though the gleam in Rin's eye now turns soft.]

I used to have a mark like that on my hand.

[She taps it; the back of the right one.]

A stigmata, actually, but I kind of miss it. Maybe it's just a sentimental night.

[arebetter]

A sigmata. Like the Jesus hole things?

[ ????? ]

[heritrix]

[Jesus hole things, Rin is in giggles again.]

It's not like I was impaled! It's just a bruise, under the skin. And magic.

[arebetter]

How am I supposed to know? I'm already terrible at being Jewish, I don't know the specifics of what you Christians do besides dress up trees and sing songs about bells and grandmas getting run over.

[ This is said somewhat facetiously, but also I would like to take an aside to note that Pizzazz being Jewish literally only comes up in canon when she's being bitter about Christmas. ]

Of course it was magic. Well, I wish you all the best in getting your magic tattoo.

[heritrix]

To be fair, I'm not stellar at being Christian either.

[...and there's no replicating the magic of that tattoo, but she's not going to make herself sad.]