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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[heritrix]

[The homunculi of Greed's world certainly are different from the ones Rin knows. Or... She frowns, as another thought occurs to her. Maybe not so much. But this only makes her frown deepen, as she regards him. Since knowing Greed, she's come to see homunculi a bit differently.]

Like that woman, the Einzbern family of my world treat their homunculi as tools; if one was faulty or no longer of use it would be disposed of. And yet she killed your comrade, but not you even after you betrayed her.

[A pause. Then:] Among homunculi of your world, you must be unique if she chose to imprison you.

[ossifragant]

[He visibly hesitates, not out of hiding something, but clearly because the horror at the idea has gotten to him. He can't quite mask his expression in time.]

Maybe. I think it's more likely because she knew the greatest punishment of all for me would be to make sure there's nothing I can do about my situation.

[heritrix]

[They've talked about a lot of morbid shit before, but she doesn't think she's seen Greed genuinely disturbed by any of it until this moment.]

Hey, I didn't mean to unsettle you.

[Concern in her eyes, she reaches across the bar, as if to brush her fingers against the back of his hand. They're a bit of a distance apart though, so she doesn't quite reach or try more than that, but it's clearly meant to be a comforting gesture.]

We can change the subject.

[ossifragant]

[He smiles at the gesture and relaxes.]

Why don't you tell me a bit about what you do in your downtime as a mage?

[heritrix]

[She seems to think about that thoughtfully for a few moments, when really she's studying Greed, and that he's really relaxed before beginning.]

To be honest with you? Seven times out of ten, I'll continue my magic studies into the night. That's always given me joy.

But if you're specifically asking about other things? I have homework for school, and I also like going out for a little fun. Window shopping or some kind of exercise. Things like that.

[ossifragant]

Hmm, sounds nice. Homunculi can't use alchemy ourselves, otherwise I'd probably do something similar.

Though sometimes just putting all of that aside for a while is needed.