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

[imaginex]

... Asriel?

[Drawing her hand back - not to condemn, but Sakura has coiled back on herself in surprise. At first she assumes the child is just grieving after losing a sibling, but... ]

How is your son coping?

[journalname]

He is...

[Asgore seems to shrink in on himself, unable to look directly at her.]

Asriel is gone. They are all gone.

[imaginex]

[...]

What...?

[Her voice grows faint, shocked]

How?

[journalname]

He was murdered. By the humans of Chara's village.

[His voice is tight, and he's holding his tea with both hands now, even though that is hilariously unnecessary with hands that big.]

The same humans who never came looking for them.

[imaginex]

[But they were children, how could they attack children--]

I'm so, so sorry.

[She can think of nothing else to say, and knowing nothing will help cuts even deeper. Both of his children...]

[journalname]

...thank you.

[There's nothing left to say.]