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

[journalname]

...I suppose I may as well. Can you recommend something? I have not had much human liquor before, and I certainly do not recall what it was.

[ossifragant]

Hmm. You interested in something sweet, or are you not so big on sweets?

[journalname]

I like them well enough!

[The bar seats are sort of hilariously unsuited for his frame, and he casts one a skeptical look before just leaning forward against the bar instead.]

I think I would likely break one of these if I sat in it...

[ossifragant]

[He chuckles.]

Might be easy enough just to stand, then. I doubt someone of your size will have to worry after just one drink.

[So mix something up he will! It's not too sweet, but enough to disguise some of the bitterness of the drink.]

[journalname]

The Underground is much more accommodating of all body types. Though I suppose they did find a nurse outfit in my size...

[no he has definitely never been seen wearing it ever]

Ah, thank you. [Asgore sips the drink. Though he's inexperienced with liquor in general, he is not exactly a young drinker either, so the bitterness does not bother him.] This is quite good!

[ossifragant]

I wonder how the hell they managed that? Maybe it was custom-made.

[He seems to find the idea really creepy, though.]

Glad you like your drink.

[journalname]

[Asgore frowns at the idea as well. He hadn't actually put it on, but it did seem just his size. That's definitely creepy.]

A long way to go, for the sake of a joke...and I have heard there is a bathing suit in my size as well, in the pool.

[ossifragant]

Maybe it's not meant to be a joke-- maybe it's their idea of hospitality.

[journalname]

I suppose it is true that some of us like the outfits well enough.

[ossifragant]

It's... weird. I don't know why anyone would enjoy them.

[Well. At least it's in personality for Madison from what he's seen.]

[journalname]

I am sure they suit some people...but it is an exceedingly odd choice, if you are truly trying to give people an extra set of clothes that they can use.

[ossifragant]

I guess I wouldn't know what sort of outfit they'd offer besides... that.

[He doesn't really know enough about hospitals to guess what might be lying around unused.]

[journalname]

It seems as though they could have offered anything they liked. I am not that those are not what real human nurses even wear.

[ossifragant]

No, it seemed a little.... kinky. Which makes me question the Risen's tastes.

[journalname]

Yes, well... [Asgore seems slightly flustered at this.] That. I could certainly see them using the opportunity for their own...amusement.

[ossifragant]

Maybe they were trying to see if anyone would actually wear the dresses.