trustfelled | Week 5.

Week 5.

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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[ Another week, another burst of static just after noon. Another clear announcement from the Risen, with a- a whistling sound? It might be a little hard to tell over the feedback but yes, it does indeed sound like they're whistling a jolly tune. Amazingly on-key, too, considering all that distortion? Huh. ]

You know what time it is, Patients! Meet in the media room. We're sure you'll find this very important.

[ They...actually keep whistling it, a happy song, one that plays softly from the monitors, which are predictably not doing too hot. The screens are just...all over the place today, honestly, and they seem to be out of sync with each other? Like there's a ten second delay on each.

Almost abruptly, the whistling stops. ]

You know...that song might be a little before most of your time. Let's try switching it up, shall we?

[ As if someone turned the dial on a radio, the song changes, and the Risen hum lightly. ]

Better. We'll keep at it, though! Now, where were we- oh right! This week's little instruction for you dear dollies.

[ ...As they speak, the channel's going to change again, and it will keep changing, each song not quite at the beginning, each track a little more distorted. When they reach their last song, they just start over at the beginning. None of them play for more than a few seconds. ]

We've been listening. We've been watching. And of course, we know your lives. There's a common thread, wrapped about each finger and reaching back to where you came from. It's time we...pulled a little, on those threads.

[ You may hear something else from the monitors, or maybe over the PA system? Something familiar. It's...you, or someone you've talked to in the past several weeks. Just a snippet, a little tidbit of a conversation. You may not even remember it fully, but you can really only hear it for a few moments. Then it jumps to someone else in the room, or maybe one of the dearly departed. Whatever you're saying, they all have something in common:

They're about the people you've left behind in your worlds.

The music is too distorted to tell what track it's on now, drowning in static. It makes for an eerie backing to your own words, and an even more disturbing companion to what's on the screens now.

Each one holds a different scene. Unlike usual, they are very clear. In front of you is a person you know, sitting or standing or whatnot in some kind of rundown building, not entirely unlike Beacon General. What kind of building it is beyond that you can't tell. There's no identifying information. Regardless, those sure are the people you care about, one or two for each Patient. ]

We think we've been accommodating. We've been patient with you Patients. But, we know that our incentives can only do so much, in the end. Assertive wasn't even really tempted by last week. So it's time to enact the backup plan.

Here are those you care for, in our grasp. What will happen to them? That, dears, depends on you.

[ The scenes stick on each monitor. There's no indication that those you watch can see you, or any awareness that they're being filmed. Maybe some are interacting with each other. The scene loops. It's only about a minute of footage. ]

We're not quite sure just what we'll do with them. There's...an infinite amount of opportunities. Should one of you fulfill Rule 7, nothing will happen to them. In fact, maybe we'll let all of them free. If no one does, well...

We can't guarantee ANY of their safety. It won't be good for them.

[ That set of songs that's been playing, it's devolved into simple static. With...breathing? It sounds like breathing. ]

For time and time and time again, you struggle and you persevere and you hold up your hands grasping another's, but when that hand sinks beneath the surf will you breathe deep and grasp for it? Or will you let it burn away in the abyss?

We eagerly await what flowers will bloom this Friday. Be they yours...or your loved ones.

[ The Risen's echoed voice drops to just the Transmitter's then. She lets out a startled gasp and breathes quickly for a few seconds, before even that cuts out.

There's been no playing with the lights this incentive, so it all just kind of ends. It's only when the PA system's ever-present static cuts out that you know, however, because the video on the monitors remain.

They will remain for the rest of the week. Consider it a reminder. ]

Edited 2017-07-04 16:00 (UTC)

[The sabotage was done successfully -- all credit to little Wheatley, of course, the human was just following his orders -- (yeah right) and now the test subject and him were speeding through the transportation tubes towards GLaDOS' lair. The moment of freedom was close! But Wheatley's feelings of elation kinda diminished when he once again found the envelope with his secret, stashed somewhere in his room. He had tried to forget it since he had received it, not even bothering to open and read what the Risen had gotten about him. There was only one thing it could say, and he didn't want to be reminded of that. Fed up with having the secret in his room, Wheatley decides to get rid of it.

But wait! If someone caught him disposing of that, then they'll get suspicious and there'll be awkward questions. No, there had to be a way to dispose of that unopened secret without anyone seeing him. But how...?

If you walk around the hospital, you may stumble upon a very lost-looking defective and weird machine. The frankenturret has an envelope on its back, precariously balanced. 'Get rid of this' it had been told, but looks like it still doesn't follow orders very well. If you approach, the turret will chirp sounds of alarm and run away as fast as possible, dropping the envelope.

The name on the envelope is clear enough: 'Wheatley', and you may recognize it as the same envelopes for the secrets motive. Want to open it?

'Wheatley was built with one single purpose: be attached to the Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System (GLaDOS) and create a constant stream of bad ideas to make her less dangerous. In GLaDOS' own words:

"He's not just a regular moron. He's the product of the greatest minds of a generation working together with the express purpose of building the dumbest moron who ever lived."

Wheatley is fully aware of these facts, and he's in profound denial about them to the point he can be extremely dangerous if left unchecked, whether it's in his attempts to be helpful, look smarter than he is, or given a position of unbridled power"

The secret is worded with more urgency than it warrants, but the core message is definitely true, no doubt about that.

If you wish to talk to Wheatley, he's in the kitchen, working on the cake #486. It's actually looking rather good! It's a simple two-tier cake, but it's sweet and isn't falling apart. Nothing spectacular, though]

Edited 2017-07-02 17:00 (UTC)

"Have you forgotten?"
"Who..? Who am I? Who are you?"
"I am Aigis, and you...Your true name is--"

[ Maybe it wasn't too much of a surprise that Ryoji was quiet during the trial and absent from the after party, it hit everyone pretty hard after all. And given his views on romance and well, his current romance, it's possible that's what's bothering him. What's probably stranger is the fact that he's not around all day Sunday either, and while you can knock on his door he's not answering for anyone.

Late Sunday evening however, long after the night siren he can be found in the chapel though he doesn't linger here for long. Looks like he's not intent on praying or anything of the sort, but he seems to have a curiosity of the place. Where he settles for the night is the library, which he hasn't much frequented before either. He mostly came here assuming it would be empty at this hour, but he's grabbed a book for the sake of something to read-- looks to be one on mythology. ]

Edited 2017-07-02 17:20 (UTC)

[Asgore does not leave his room on Sunday.]

[Rin has wondered what would happen today, ever since their conversation last Tuesday. Ever since she read that section Asgore was reading in the medical text, and knew there was no saving his child. Still, she'd hoped for a miracle; barring that, that his memories would jump around like hers did in the beginning, and he would be spared that recollection.

When she doesn't see him today, she's positive that didn't happen.

At some point in the late afternoon, she doesn't bother knocking at the door, but noisily slips a piece of paper under it instead, in the hopes he'll realize it's there.

This is Rin. Are you hungry?]

[Wheatley doesn't sleep at all, and this is the first time he has been wandering around. Earlier events made him a bit restless, so he's going around -- and now there's Ryoji. Getting his guard up just in case Ryoji tries to attack him, Wheatley enters the library]

Mythology, I see. Humans sure have a lot of folklore, stories, all that. Are you looking for something specific? I'm a treasure trove of knowledge, you know!

[Those last few words were said with a bit more force than usual]

But I didn't think you were interested in these things. That's unusual. Or maybe I'm wrong and you always were into reading. I don't know.

[ Given...everything, Wheately is actually not the worst company that could have stumbled upon him tonight. Ryoji closes the book he was reading, turning to look at the friendly robot. ]

They do. Humans wonder about a lot of things: their reason for being, the meaning of life, the inevitably of death. They don't have those answers, so they invent them-- but who could blame them. [ He tilts his head to the side. ]

I felt like doing something different.

[Anyone looking for Rose today will be hard pressed to find her. She doesn't even go to the kitchen to find anything to eat during the day. When she does emerge, it's late at night (nearly morning, really), hurrying through a hallway. She looks pale, and if she sees anyone, she'll freeze up, frightened and withdrawn. It's clear she was hoping not to come across one of the other inhabitants of the hospital from her expression.

Once she reaches her destination, the storage room, she seems to be looking around for something specific. She sorts through one of the boxes with purpose, but anyone paying attention might notice her hands are shaking a fair amount as she goes.]

[It takes a little while for the note to reappear, with neat writing on the opposite side.]

No. Thank you.

I'm not sure how exactly they created all those stories, many of them seem so outlandish I'm not sure how they thought it was possible. But I'm from a place of science, scientists aren't known for, you know, believing in myths. Logic and rational stuff, that's all they talk about.

[The deeper meanings of mythology and the such are definitely away from Wheatley's understanding, that's for sure.

Still, even though Ryoji does seem the kind to do stuff around for a change, there may be a reason for that, and given what day this is, Wheatley only sees one possibility]

Did you remember something bad last night?

["Oh, I'm so angry! So basically, you're always worrying about others and never focusing on yourself!"
"Whoa, hey—"
"Shut up! No backtalk! I kept thinking you were similar, but I never imagined you were this identical!"

"Really? Then you two are okay with completely submitting to my plans?"
"Don't be so sinister! Anyway, I said I'd tag along with you, not go out on a date with you. I thought it would be nice to take a breather, all three of us—"
"Sorry~! But that's what the world calls a "date"."

"Why are you here? ...Go home. I don't know what you're trying to prove, but you're being a nuisance."
"I won't leave. I promised that I'd fight alongside you, remember?"
"Forget about that stupid promise. Anyway, what can you possibly do as you are now? [.....] That's all there is to say. You've lost Saber, and you're no longer a Master. There's no more reason for you to be involved in the Holy Grail War, so bow out here."
"Not so fast, Tohsaka! Even if that's true—"
Amidst the blowing winds, she leaps off the skyscraper without hesitation. Shirou is frantically yelling after her, but there's no need for that. Archer is at her side, and he will catch her every time. There's nothing she has left to give Shirou but a final warning.

"Stay out of this from now on, or you're dead."

...Ah. An almost happy memory; it was ruined at the last moment, but when Rin wakes it's to the phantom feeling of Archer's hand, warm at her back, and Fuyuki's winter wind chilling her skin. She thinks she's caught up now.

Her first stop of the day is at the infirmary, of course. It's Sunday, which means new supplies for her, which in turn means carting them back to her room for safekeeping. Feel free to run into her there or in between the halls. Most of the way towards Room 9 she's lost in thought, making it all the way to Room 30 before she realizes she passed her room. Well. Back the way she came then.

Afterwards, Rin checks out the new corridor. Initially, it's location interests her, but she finds the new rooms disappointing. Actually, if you encounter her outside the arcade room she is making the most put out face. That said, the mystery room definitely stirs intrigue, and Rin will return there later with her silver key. Time for an investigation that may or may not get anywhere, depending.]

[... Well. That explains the scars. Or at least the lighter ones on his back, though a part of him had already sort of suspected, given the length and shape.

The new room that Danny decides to look at for a little while is the workshop, examining and picking up different tools that are available. After this past trial, he has little faith in believing that no one will think of using these for a potential murder, so it's best to get accustomed to what's here just in case.

Afterwards, Danny will go to the art studio to sketch: again, a lot of focus on the faces and eyes of some people here and he knows at home, though there is a sketch of one person's face that he hasn't done before until now, which he is going to bring to the shooting range with him and... attempt to fix it to one of the targets to aim at here, um.]

Edited 2017-07-02 19:33 (UTC)

[“Zouken will never give her a moment’s peace… if she’s going to go through endless torment, all we can do is kill her here, minimize the number of victims—“

“—But I’m going to protect Sakura—“

“I see… then you’re my enemy…”

Shattered glass. A broken window. It thunders outside the stone church on the hill as she stumbles through mud. The priest’s words echo:
“Rin Tohsaka and Shirou Emiya will suffer more if you live. It’s more fun that way.”
Running like a coward, she can’t tell the difference between her tears and the rain anymore.

Sakura gets a late start this Sunday morning. Very late. Her door doesn’t open until well into the afternoon, and even then she skips lunch. It’s the pragmatic choice today.

Her first destination is the pool of all places – not because she can swim well, goodness no. Sakura doesn’t even change into a bathing suit. But she figured a change of pace was in order, and so sits at the deep end with her legs in the water, staring unblinkingly at the surface. (Not gonna swim, hun?... Okay, you do you.)

Afterward, she goes to the chapel, another place she has never frequented before. Though she's never been particularly religious, the weight of her memories means she feels... compelled to sit at one of the pews and stare towards the center. Rejoice, Matou.

Around dinner time is when she’ll finally hit the kitchen, as even distractions can’t mask her growing hunger. Though she is a bit... out of it. Thank goodness things fix themselves around here, because Sakura is on her third broken plate within a span of 20 minutes, and has burned her eggs beyond recognition. The shame would make her blush under normal circumstances. Instead, she takes as many bites as she can stomach before throwing her plate away, and brews whatever tea she think will help her sleep--

... No. On second thought. She'll just go to the infirmary in the night. Sleeping pills really are a godsend.

[She's not planning on shooting today, worried that previous associations to the place will just upset her more than help, but that doesn't mean she can't take comfort out of the familiar. Danny's presence only cements that, in fact. She likes seeing him there as much as she likes shooting.

... Though she's not sure what he's doing near one of the targets. Did an arrow get stuck?]

Daniel-san?

[Sakura only means to glance in; she has no interest in the storage room most days, but the noise of someone rustling through cardboard boxes catches her attention. Curious, she glances about for the source]

Ah, Rose-san.

[This is the worst day to be assuming anything, but assume Sakura does, and steps in as if her presence won't be minded. As distracted as she is, the other girl doesn't know how Rose's hands have been trembling]

[Greed is in the room when Ryoji arrives, and he looks up at him curiously. The last couple of days have been.... long, to say the least, and Greed looks hesitant before he addresses the kid.]

Haven't seen you all day.

[He looks a little tentative saying it, but his expression is definitely one of concern.]

The truth is often strange and bitter.

[ He considers for a moment, and his response comes as uncharacteristically cool, plainly stated. ]

I don't think bad is the right way to describe it. But I did remember something important, yes.

Hello, Greed. [ It's warranted, given that Ryoji's response is awfully brisk. ]

I was...busy. A lot has happened these past few days, you know?

[ This is such a great Sunday for everyone, isn't it? Looks like Rose isn't the only one with the idea of walking around late, and before Ryoji knows it he bumps into her. He blinks a few times, looking at how scared she looks before speaking up. ]

Did you see something frightening? [ That's probably not the first thing you should say to someone who you accidentally walked into. ]

[Lovecraft is actually relatively easy to find today, because he is wandering the building for a good chunk of the morning and afternoon. However, he is certainly acting...off. More off than he usually acts, of course. Rather than the skittish slinking along he tends to do, he is very obviously staggering in a disoriented manner, leaning against hallway walls and almost stumbling into obstacles. He won't address anyone unless he's called out himself, though he can occasionally be heard muttering, "Eliminate the enemy..." in a strange tone as he moves along.

What the hell did he dream about?

He finally begins to regain his composure when he reaches the pool and dumps himself in there for a little while. He can be found there doing his usual weird pool habits, though he's actually more above the water than below it this time around, just kind of...floating there in contemplation.

Once he's gotten over whatever the heck happened earlier, Lovecraft decides to explore the new area of the building. The arcade catches his interest strangely enough (annoying flashing lights aside), and so he spends some time poking around at the various games. He doesn't seem to be particularly good at them though, if his inability to react to the Jubeat sequences in a timely manner says anything. He'll...keep trying, though. It's a distraction.]

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Week 5.

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