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!]

Comments

[preciousking]

[ Osomatsu's remark is met with a wry smile. ]

That's a pretty funny thing to say in and of itself. Especially when I didn't think I was being shy about makin' them.

[relieable]

Maybe I was just takin' you too seriously before. That was my bad! [though Mikoto is pretty imposing. Osomatsu leans against one of the cabinets] I think, at first, I was worried you might snap and kill someone. But now I think that'd probably be too much work for you.

[preciousking]

[ He's certain Osomatsu isn't the only one who thought (or currently thinks) that. He's kept his distance—and not just physically. Emotionally, too. He still is; very few of his decisions here have been explained in any capacity. He's lacking both in connections and obvious motives, thus it's easy to see why it's hard to trust him.

Wherever he goes he's a wild card. After all, he is the unpredictable Red King. ]

What made you change your mind?

[relieable]

[he shrugs, grinning]

I dunno... I think it's because you remind me of someone. Or maybe it's 'cause I wanna believe you're a good guy.

[preciousking]

[ For whatever reason, he doesn't respond to that. The only reply Osomatsu gets is the quiet sound of Mikoto setting down another bottle before picking up the hand sanitizer again. ]

[relieable]

[Osomatsu is not really surprised by the lack of response. He continues to grin like a cat, just watching him for a while]

So, really, what are you lookin' for in here?

[preciousking]

You wanna know? [ Lookin' at Osomatsu out of the corner of his eye. ]

[relieable]

Wouldn't've asked if I didn't wanna know.

[preciousking]

[ In that case...

Mikoto clears one of the counters. He's mostly pushing things out of the way, but when he finishes that he spreads a fair amount of hand sanitizer onto the surface. Without looking at Osomatsu, he takes out his lighter and sets it on fire.

Quickly, he runs his fingers through the blue flame (smearing the sanitizer in the process) and actually catches the flame with his hand. He flexes his fingers, runs his palm through the fire again, and then shakes it out. He pours some water onto the mess he made before closing his eyes. ]

[relieable]

[what the heck... he really WAS setting something on fire! Osomatsu watches without saying a word, but he swallows thickly when Mikoto's hand catches the flame]

Doesn't that hurt?

[preciousking]

No.

[ At the very least, he doesn't seem to be bothered. Given there have actually been burns on his hands since he woke up here maybe he's not a good judge though. ]

[relieable]

[huh... well, Osomatsu is a bit more relieved when Mikoto says it doesn't hurt. He tilts his head, looking at Mikoto's hand for a moment, before flicking his eyes back up to his face]

Is it some kinda special power? You have an affinity with fire, or something?

[preciousking]

[ He shakes his head "no." ]

That's a trick. It's the kinda thing anybody can do.

[relieable]

Really? [he perks up, interested] Show me! [because that'd be a great way to freak his brothers out]

[preciousking]

I already did.

[relieable]

So all ya need is hand sanitizer an' a lighter... Okay, then. [maybe he will try it some time] I'm gonna try it later, but if I accidentally burn my hand, I'm gonna blame you for not teachin' me properly.

[preciousking]

[ Sigh. ] Don't blame me if you're the one doin' it wrong.

[relieable]

[he laughs! He would have said the exact same thing]

Well, thanks for showin' it to me, anyway! It was a cool trick. [Osomatsu still wonders why Mikoto was in here doing that alone, but whatever. He pushes away from the cabinet] I'll, uh, let ya keep at it.

[preciousking]

Hm. All right. [ He's not going to clean up the mess he made just now. Or ever. He's sure something will be done with it when he leaves so he returns to what he was doing. ]

Goodbye.

[relieable]

See ya! [he chuckles a bit more then heads towards the door. It's Thursday, right? So Osomatsu pauses and turns his head over his shoulder to address Mikoto one more time]

Don't, uh... Don't stay out too late alone.

[preciousking]

I won't.

[ Sorry, Osomatsu. He's not going to tell you the same, mostly because he typically doesn't want to tell anyone what to do. Go and run with scissors, if that's what you want. Mikoto's okay with it. ]