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?

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[pokexplorer]

[Despite his attempts, Colress still hasn't gotten much sleep. He managed a little Thursday night, but he's still awake well before the klaxons blare.

...He almost decides to just stay in bed, but he knows what today could bring. He has to go check on everyone.

So after getting all of his Pokemon's Pokeballs together and in his pockets, he ventures out into the hall. No blood, thankfully, but...books? What are they there for?

He'll go check them out. What sorts of books are they?]