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!]

Comments

[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.

[positivespin]

Sure!

[ She wastes no time in trying to write her name. Keyword being trying. Somehow she feels compelled to write something completely different. What is even the point of writing "I am no longer human" anyway? ]

...That is, um, disturbing. It's like something took over QQ there.

[crywiththesaints]

Precisely. You see why it's essentially useless.

[positivespin]

And probably in need of exorcism. Only writing that is scary!

[crywiththesaints]

Can anybody in here perform an exorcism?

[positivespin]

Mm... QQ doesn't know anyone here who does that, no.

[ Wait, now that she thinks about it... ]

Ah, but first to figure out is if it is possessed. Maybe Asgore can tell if there's soul in pen?

[crywiththesaints]

Perhaps. He must be troubled as it is by all this soul business.