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

[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]

[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.]

[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]

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

[amygdalae]

[Bruce will be here helping too, yep.

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