Week 4.

[trustfelling]

WEEK 4 Three more Competitors died this past week. Chitoge Kirisaki tried to take matters into her own hands only to be punished as a result while William Flemming and Archie both tried to take the Adjudicator up on his word and escape. Three more of you are gone, but there's no going back now. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; on Sunday morning the clock chimes as it always has, but at least there are no bodies to find today. 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... Once again, another set of doors has opened up - this time at the end of the western corridor, leading up and toward the north. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; consider it a reward for surviving another week. COMPETITORS REMAINING: 23

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week four of Trustfell! Don't forget to save your threads for coins and the activity check, and don't forget to submit this week's activity check and memory regains!

If you'd like to get in contact with the Adjudicator, you can do so here!]

Comments

[glaciates]

...She is pretty off.

[HE LIKES HER BUT......]

So what about the people where you and your son are now? How do they act?

[greenmamabear]

Well, they called my son a dog and mistook a little green army man toy for me.

So I'm not 100% confident in their medical competence.

[Incompetent Facility: Sucks to be Fern]

[glaciates]

...Okay, that sounds absolutely terrible, are they actually supposed to be involved in medicine?

[YOUR POOR SON OH MY GOD]

[greenmamabear]

Yeeeeep. They call the place The Hospital, even if its a farce of one.

[TERRIBLE MEDICINE: FUCK DR. PHAGE.]

[glaciates]

Definitely doesn't sound like a hospital. How did you guys end up there?

[greenmamabear]

[Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...]

...I don't know exactly.

[glaciates]

Was it sort of like this? Did you just wake up there?

[greenmamabear]

Yeah, just woke up there wearing this gown.

So I guess that's why my occupation is labelled "patient" in the foyer.

[glaciates]

Yeah, I guess that'd explain it, even if it's not a real hospital.

[greenmamabear]

Still. It means that my son is still there.

[And definitely still sick.]

[glaciates]

...Yeah. I really hope we can get out of here soon.

[He wishes he could offer more than that, but what do you say to something like that? Especially now? There doesn't seem to be any escape.]