Eighth.

[trustharder]

Seven in the morning comes and goes as it always does – namely, loudly and a little obnoxiously, given the usual blaring of the klaxons. Today marks almost a full eight weeks since the Survivors awakened in the Vault; more than enough time for people to get used to how things tend to work around here on Fridays, and yet not so long that there isn't any hope that maybe (maybe) this Friday will be better. The first-floor corridor is generally quiet, in that it's free of blood; however, there are some scattered books in the hallway, near the library. Maybe it's nothing. Maybe it isn't. It might be good to make sure, though, right? >Explore?

Comments

[notjustawriter]

Why would I be dead?

[garudynamic]

[Sleepily wanders in... oh, what a mess but]

... did you guys start a hardcore bookclub and not tell me?

[amygdalae]

[Okay

okay

Gabriel isn't dead. That's good.

Time to reorganize himself.]

...let's get you somewhere to rest first. Then we'll talk what happened.

[notjustawriter]

[Ow.]

Scared you...?

[Oh.]

Shit... it's a Friday, isn't it? Did I pass out in here?

[And the Kingmaker didn't see fit to punish him? Huh.]

[isafraid]

Bloody hell, man...

[Gabriel, you have to give Speedwagon a chance to get his heart pumping again. Holy shit.]

Look at where you are! What is this?

[notjustawriter]

[God, he doesn't really know what the fuck to think right now.]

Sorry about that, Stan.

[sleepingkogoro]

Uh, maybe you should check the, uh, strangling marks first, make sure it won't kill him later or something.

[Mouri looks rather spacey right now, somehow. He literally just saw someone who seemed dead sit up as if nothing happened.

He is quite relieved about it but damn, he is shocked]

[captainobnoxious]

... Well, I think it'd weirder that you're not a bunch of blood than you being dead, but... Yeah. Guess so.

[She eyes the marks on his neck for a moment before pushing her way back out into the hall with a call back.]

I'm gonna check out the rest of the place just to make sure.

[From the first floor up.]

[notjustawriter]

[He nods, looking shaky and still a little disoriented.]

Dining room might be good. I could go for a glass of water right about now.

[goodforsomething]

Fucking...

[Stan leans back against the wall. He needs a minute here. At Yosuke's arrival, though, he looks up long enough to do a quick headcount.]

Anyone seen Cherry or Black?

[isafraid]

[He's gonna help you up, man. You look ready to fall over yourself.]

TRUST HAS (sort of) BEEN BROKEN.

[kingmakereffect]

[There's no announcement from the Kingmaker. Why should there be? No one's dead. Any attempts to contact the Kingmaker will be ignored, so it looks like you're on your own for now.

You're not done here yet though. Someone tried to kill Gabriel. You've all got some investigating to do.]

[kingmakereffect]

EVIDENCE LIST

12/12

LIBRARY 5/5
- Gabriel Knight is NOT dead!
- Oh look, a knife
- That looks like it hurt
- What did Gabriel do to deserve this
- This is the last time I can say it, so clean up after yourselves!!

HALLWAY 1/1
- Those poor books

DINING HALL 4/4
- HMMM...
- How much fluff is required for a stuffed animal?
- What's the meaning of "Kingmaker" anyway
- SO MUCH PAPER

MEN'S BATHROOM (FIRST FLOOR) 2/2
- Don't waste water!!
- RUDE

[garudynamic]

...

[Sorry Stan, you said the magic gd words, as Yosuke goes running off pale as swiss cheese]

LIBRARY

[trustharder]

[amygdalae]

If he's alive enough to speak and remember his own name, it'll be enough for now. He probably should be in another room where we all won't crowd around him, anyway.

[Bruce is still pretty shocked as well but at least he's recovering quickly.]

FIRST FLOOR HALLWAY

[trustharder]

DINING HALL

[trustharder]

[pokexplorer]

[Colress is snapped out of his shock by Stan's words.]

I...haven't, no. I came straight here from my room.

[Cherryblod, Black...

Dread begins to build up again. why aren't they here?]

[notjustawriter]

[Give him a bit to even process what the hell is going on right now.]

I was in here reading. I must have blacked out, I don't remember anything else.

[amygdalae]

[Bruce will be here helping too, yep.

Let's all head on over to the dining hall...! And hope its not ruined.]

MEN'S BATHROOM

[trustharder]

[The one on the first floor.]

[penduli]

[ ...you know he heard shouting and he's hearing his name and he's peeking shyly into the library—

uh did someone start a hardcore bookclub and not tell him?? how fuckin' rude of you, he is THE BIGGEST LOVER OF BOOKS ]

...What's going on? [ is there a dead person in his third favorite room. ]

[goodforsomething]

You better be! Pull that again and I'll kill you myself.

[Stan sighs heavily, passing a hand over his face to help compose himself. He's too old to deal with this shit.]

Go get some water, kid, let the doc check ya out. We'll take care of...this. [whatever this is]

[goodforsomething]

[Well that probably is a good way to locate them]