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

[carnivorously]

[He won't prod further here. This isn't a scene to have in the media room. So he retracts his hand and instead focuses on his monitor again, attempting to put in program codes once more.]

[doctorize]

[And that, Kogami, is why he likes you as you will give him space when he needs it.

Once he's okay again, he'll look over your shoulder here.]

What are you doing?

[carnivorously]

I'm trying to enter a series of commands to see if we can somehow either hack into these or communicate with our hostages.

[However, it's to real no avail as there's nothing coming on the screens other than the hostages and it looks like he's just tapping random buttons.]

[doctorize]

Do you suppose they prepared for someone that might try to do that?

[because it doesn't look like you're having any success there, buddy]

[carnivorously]

Probably. I just figured I'd try at least.

[That and it could be the command codes he knows aren't compatible with 120 years in the past.]