Week 6.

[trustfellowship]

WEEK 6 You've all been spared from the zombie apocalypse, but at the cost of three lives. Albert Wesker, Nozomi Kaminashi, and Jack Krauser are no longer with you. The Transmitter's rules are set in stone, and not even self-defense or trying to save the group will spare you from execution. So where do you go from here? 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... But another week - or, perhaps, another successful trial - means another new corridor is available to you, jutting out from the rest of the building and leading to the north. Given the structure of the rest of this place, it begs the question: just how large is this building? More than a third of your number is dead. Are you going to run out of hallways first, or people to explore them? PATIENTS REMAINING: 19

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week six 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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THURSDAY

[trustfellowship]

[dangerousfool]

[Where do these coins come from, anyway.

Wheatley starts getting more stuff from the vending machine to just leave lying around in the floor of his room. Normally there aren't many things that interest him, but something about the suitcase he just obtained piques his curiosity. When he opens it, well, let's say maybe he shouldn't be handling it.

Even Wheatley can see this is delicate stuff. Better be careful. Methodically, Wheatley puts the suitcase on the floor and picks up one of the vials, holding it in front of his optic and turning the vial over and over, examining what's inside]

I don't recognize this.

[It doesn't look like any compound he's familiar with. After leaving the vial back in the slot it came from, Wheatley picks up another to check if the content was identical. He's not so lucky this time. The vial slips between his fingers and falls to the floor, shattering]

Augh! Of course that'd happen. Butterfingers.

[Why'd his hands have to be so wiry. So, odds are this zombie cure he just broke will spread throughout the hospital now, want it or not. That may be good.]

[heritrix]

[Rin was just rounding the corner, a pocket full of her own coins. She blinks, ears picking up on the shattering sound.]

Did something just br—

[Well the vending machine is in sight now. That sure is Wheatley with a suitcase, and while Rin can't see what it carries, she can see the broken vial on the floor. The broken... glass vial, the contents of which are quickly dissipating through the air, and oh no—]

Wheatley! [Rin shouts urgently, genuine alarm in her face as she strides forward.] Get away from that, right now!

SURPRISE EVERYONE

[dangerousfool]

[During the night someone shoved one of those black underwear things from the vending machine into everyone's room except McGillis' and Wheatley's own room. There's a note attached to each one. It's unsigned]

'McGillis is generously donating his bounty of underwear, but he's too humble to take credit for it. Please don't mention it to him, to avoid embarrassing him.

There are absolutely no strange intentions on behalf of McGillis, nor it is meant to be an advance of any kind towards you. It's no more than a gift in the most professional sense of the word.'

[Wheatley has more or less an idea of why giving random underwear around would be in bad taste. That's why he took the time to add that disclaimer.

You humans and your social standards sure are quirky, huh. In times like these, Wheatley is glad he doesn't have to worry too much about this kind of stuff]

[imaginex]

[After four days of self-imposed quarantine, Sakura is among the living again. Enough people visited her that she doesn't bother hiding the deadness in her stare, though she'll make an attempt at Emotion should someone approach. She starts the day in the kitchen, cooking what will look like an absurdly indulgent breakfast. Pancakes, waffles, fresh cinnamon rolls, scrambled eggs, chopped fruit, and freshly squeezed orange juice. Very western, and more food than a girl her size would be able to eat.

... That she doesn't try is probably odd. Even stranger is when she divides the food onto two plates and, upon reaching the dining room, sets up a spot directly opposite of herself, like she expects someone to join her. Her head stays bowed as if in prayer until the food is cold, and only then does she eat her portion.

As for the rest of her day, that's spent meandering about. She'll visit all of the rooms at some point, though there are a few worthy of mention. At the pool, she takes up her usual position by the deep end, either lost in thought or just trying not to think... until Lovecraft's bad influence comes crashing down in one fell swoop, and she launches herself underwater, clothes and all. YOLO apparently.

After that weirdness, the garden is where she'll air dry. It's one of the nicer areas, she'll admit... up until the moment the bug hits her again she decides it's a wonderful idea to climb whatever she can get her hands on while still soaked through. She's never climbed a tree in her life, either. Cue part of her afternoon constantly falling off shit, just to wordlessly get back on her feet and try again. YOLO, goddamnit.

And then finally the art room, where Sakura stops testing fate and simply folds as many paper cranes as she can, all dipped in pink paint. The moment they're dry, she carries every single one of them to room 19 and place them outside the door. A memorial.]

Garden

[journalname]

[Asgore is in the garden, because he's basically always in the garden at this point. It takes a couple falls before he finally decides to say anything about it.]

Would you like some help?

art room

[carnivorously]

[He sees her folding the paper cranes. Well that is a Japanese myth, isn't it? You'll get your wish once you fold one thousand of them...]

Maybe this is something we should consider doing as a group. If we all work together, fold one thousand and make a collective wish--

[He was about to say 'to go home', but it sounds like that's the last place Sakura would want to go.]

pool

[cthulwho]

[Having barely seen Sakura all week, Lovecraft found himself beginning to grow...concerned. He wouldn't be able to formally call it that himself, but it was definitely a sense of worry, especially when the incentive came about. He was planning to knock on her door later today, but after sensing a commotion from up above in his own little spot down in the deep end, it seems like he won't have to.

...Granted, it's rather alarming to witness, since Sakura basically just pulled a him when they were only just practicing in the shallow end last week. As such, he starts to rise up from the very bottom to catch hold of her if it looks like she's having difficulty.]

Greenhouse

[heritrix]

[...Sakura, this is a face peering down at you, from wherever you've wound up flat on your back.]

What are you doing? You can't make snow angels in the grass, Sakura.

art room

[positivespin]

[ At first, QQ only wanted to drop by to pick up a sketchbook and pencil to write with, but she's immediately distracted when she sees Sakura in the art room. The sight is especially striking for her since she hasn't seen her for...the whole week? (Wow, has it really been that long?) It's a relief to see she's finally out. QQ's periods of isolation tend to be a lot shorter, but she understands that some people just really need it sometimes, so she decides against calling attention to it.

Anyhow, while she'll be tactful there, that doesn't mean she'll extend it to Sakura's current activities! So without much warning, she'll hop on over to take a look at what she's doing. ]

Sakura, what are these? Never saw them before!

[journalname]

[Asgore hasn't been quite well for the past two weeks, but he seems slower again this morning. Skipping breakfast, he goes right for the greenhouse in the morning. He prunes a few of the trees back, clipping the plants where they seem too overgrown and piling the leavings in a corner. Most of the morning, though, is spent sitting underneath a tree, watching a frankenturret chirp and drag its way around the room, over and over again. It's pretty into it, but Asgore is clearly gloomy.

Afterwards, he makes his way down to the incinerator with the larger branches to burn them.

Later, he makes a trip to the vending machine, and after that he can be found in Room 14 with the door open. Given that he's in the very back corner surrounded by mostly empty rooms, this doesn't seem like a big deal anymore. He's organizing his things a little better, as they've started to pile up, and there's a box right outside the door starting to fill up with things he's giving away. He'll gesture to it if anyone passes.]

Please feel free to take anything you like.

[Glancing inside the room, most of the nicer-looking items have been used for decoration somehow, save for two canvases that have been turned to face the wall. It also looks like he's started to accumulate a sizable collection of weapons. Mostly polearms - there's two staffs, and a long trident which was definitely not among the things he just brought back from the machine.

Later in the evening, the door is still open. The frankenturret has settled down in a corner, playing with two red scarves tied into a knot like a cat toy. Asgore is sitting on the edge of his bed, looking down at a framed photo.]

greenhouse

[crywiththesaints]

I see you've also found the garden shed. [She indicates the hidden door.] They're hiding inconsequential things for the fun of our finding them.

greenhouse

[positivespin]

[ Since Asgore made a lot of breakfasts for everyone, QQ decided to partly return the favor when she notices he skipped it today. It's only fair since he makes so much effort to help out with food.

After making black tea and seven biscuits, she'll eat one of the biscuits before heading out and looking for him. It doesn't take long for her to find him at the greenhouse, which is good. She doesn't like knocking on anyone's doors if she can help it.

Anyway, now that he'd found, she'll quickly walk up to him and hold out the tea first. ]

Asgore, there you are! Do you want some breakfast? QQ made too many for one person.

[carnivorously]

[Well, it looks like coins happened again so to the vending machine it is with them. His haul is nothing to write home about, but he at least puts it all in the bag he got. Maybe he'll eat that cake for breakfast.

In fact, that sounds like a plan. So he's in the kitchen making his usual: hashbrowns, eggs, and sausage, pretty intently focused on making them today. Maybe to make sure he doesn't burn them this time. However, after that he's at the dining hall with his breakfast and cake. Sounds like a great combination, right? Well, with the gym he can at least work it off later.

So he is in the gym again, and he's probably been there once a day since Sunday working out for at least three hours at a time. Sure, he was probably sore Monday and Tuesday, but he's worked it all out since then. And yes, he's shirtless. The hospital is probably used to this by now.

Towards the evening, however, he's in the external foyer and smoking. Based on the look on his face, he seems rather pensive. Something odd from the man who usually wears a scowl or a smirk 24/7. Given he's there, he probably wouldn't mind a talking partner since he's not holed up in his room.

Then again, he's tired of being holed up in this place. Who isn't, at this point?]

external foyer

[cadmiums]

[ Did you say talking partner. ] Something on your mind?

[doctorize]

[After a trip to the vending machine this morning, Danny ends up gathering a ton of items he's collected over the past several weeks and makes trips to the dining hall to put them on a table, as there's too much junk to just stick in a box outside his door. Anyone is free to take something or offer a trade if they wish.

Afterwards, despite previous comments stating that he was not religious, Danny pays the chapel a visit for the second time this week, and while Danny isn't praying, he will be sitting in here quietly for sometime, staring straight ahead at the spot where a reverend might stand to give a sermon.

Eventually, he'll move on to the bar: it's Thursday and honestly he's not holding his breath for the possibility that there won't be an incident tomorrow. At least he can forget about it for a little while longer while we're in here.]

dining room

[arebetter]

[ She hasn't really been into much in the way of yard sards here, but... ]

... Is that a stuffed version of my fucking cat?

bar

[carnivorously]

[Hello, friend. Someone will be joining you here because it's a good place to be. Kogami likes his hard liquor on the rocks, so whiskey it is.

Whiskey and a smoke.

Hell, he'll even start this conversation by offering Danny a cigarette. He has such a goddamn surplus anyway that he can share a few.]

Guess you've got to rest while you can before you're put to work tomorrow, huh?

[The doctor is always on call Friday mornings, it seems.]

[heritrix]

[Rin started off her morning by going to the vending machine, but her time there was short-lived. After her encounter with Wheatley, Rin promptly took the briefcase he'd passed on to her along with the other items she received back to her room, prioritizing a conversation with the Transmitter over sticking around long.

When she eventually leaves her room, it's in a loose-fitting, paint-stained shirt and a pair of booty-cut jeans (she hemmed herself) and her hair tied back in a ponytail for a trip to the gym. Taking one of the smallest barbells she can find, she uses it as a sort of makeshift ab wheel, performing stretches on one of the mats. Of course it's not an ab wheel, so she's falling on her stomach more often than not. But she looks like she's having fun with it, and with trying to jump up and reach one of the higher mounted bars when she switches to that later.

After changing back into her usual outfit and hairstyle, it's time to take another look at those prizes she got from the vending machine. Danny and Osomatsu will be getting visits directly to their doors, or otherwise stopped if she encounters them somewhere else first. Leaving the weapons and sake in her room, Rin packs everything else up in the wheelchair she bizarrely got and wheels the rest of her items out of the room, a plastic skull set on top of the pile.

Anyone wanting to claim or trade for these items can do so in the kitchen! She has the wheelchair of stuff parked in one corner while she gets to cooking. What's on the menu? Chinese food. This happens to be Rin's specialty, and she's quite good at it; it's all several cuts above fast-food quality. On the counters are a bowl of egg drop soup and four big plates: fried rice, shredded beef with green pepper, stir-fried cucumbers and spicy pork, and two varieties of dumplings (meat and vegetable). Stick around, and there will even be a dessert! Chinese yams with blueberry sauce.

Come have a taste, if you're interested! Or Rin might flag you down.]

Hey, come try this, will you? I need a taste tester.

danny's room

[doctorize]

[When Danny hears the knock, he'll open the door to give Rin a curious look.]

Hello Rin! Is there something you need from us?

his room

[relieable]

[it's a slow day for Osomatsu. actually, the whole week's been fairly slow. he's still holding out for a cigarette or two. but he seems to be okay. the incentive did not affect him this week.

he's playing around on his tablet when he notices someone come to his door. as usual, it's open, so he can see everyone, and everyone can see him. ah, it's Rin!]

Tohsaka-san! Good afternoon!

[ossifragant]

[That sure is a skull sitting on top of the pile of things.

Greed freezes stock-still, and actually looks a little afraid for basically the first time ever in his extended stay in Beacon General Hospital.]

...Where did you get that?

the kitchen (or its whereabouts)

[carnivorously]

[He sees the food and it clicks... She talked about Chinese food before and whether he had ever tasted it. Well, he has, or at least he has in Hyper-Oats form. Yay the future?]

Chinese food?

Kitchen

[georgeous]

[ This is an impressive amount of food he'd normally display a lot more interest in, but tragically something's been weighing on his mind for a while now and Rin is the only person he thinks it would make sense to even approach about it.

His sunglasses are back on by now, after all, he's assured everyone he has human eyes and is Not A Zombie which was the point of that stunt, primarily. ]

Ah, Rin. I've been meaning to talk to you. Have you spoken to Sakura this week?

[ ... cutting right to the point. ]

[preciousking]

[ Another week has more or less gone by and, shock of all shocks, it's another one where Mikoto kept more to himself than anything. Now that he's on the loose, however, he has a few destinations in mind.

First off, he can be spotted in the infirmary again. He isn't looking at the sleeping pills this time. Instead, he seems to be checking out the disinfectants and hand sanitizer. He's... honestly not doing much more than that.

Not until he leaves, that is. When he exits the room he takes two bottles of rubbing alcohol with him. Just because.

A little later, he can be seen idling boredly in the game room with a small pile of board games next to him. If it looks like he's waiting for someone, it's because he might be doing just that.

Annnnd any time in-between you can find him lounging in the internal foyer. ]