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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[notjustawriter]

[There's a sudden, rather loud choking noise as Gabriel sits up in the chair, wheezing, clutching at his throat.]

What-- what the he--

[He takes a long look around the room blinking slowly.]

Why are y'all looking at me like that?

[Gabriel Knight isn't dead yet.]

[sleepingkogoro]

...

[All Mouri can do is stare]

[amygdalae]

[What the fuck

what the fuck

Its surprising enough that Bruce gasps and stumbles back, almost hitting one of the nearby shelves. His eyes are wide in shock.]

Gabriel?

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel sits up, looking a little light-headed, doesn't trust himself to move from the chair. He nods.]

Yeah. It's still me.

[He rubs at the bruise around his throat gingerly.]

[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.

[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]

[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.

[isafraid]

[Speedwagon shouts in alarm! .... And then he just shouts.]

...Y-you're not dead?!

[notjustawriter]

Why would I be dead?

[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]

[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.

[captainobnoxious]

Holy shit man, are you for real?

[Gabriel, you're getting a solid goddamn punch for that. Fuck your choking. Your leader's mad.]

You scared us! What the hell's all this, huh?

[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.]

[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.]

[goodforsomething]

[There is a moment of shocked silence. Then Stan clutches at his chest and bursts out loudly.]

........you son of a bitch! Give us all a goddamn heart attack, why don't ya? [HE IS SO RELIEVED]

[notjustawriter]

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

Sorry about that, Stan.

[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]

so shocked I forgot my icon

[pokexplorer]

[That just...

...

What.]

[garudynamic]

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

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

[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?

[garudynamic]

...

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

[goodforsomething]

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

[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?]

[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. ]

[garudynamic]

[Sorry Black you almost get closelined]