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

[cherryblooded]

[Gently petting his back.]

Really? We actually made a Friday without a murder?

[garudynamic]

Yeah! Looks like someone attacked Gabriel but he's alive!

[He finally untangles himself from Cherry so he can assumedly piss]

[cherryblooded]

That's wonderful - well, it's much better than normal, anyway.

Sorry to have worried you.

[Obviously he needs to get there first every week so people don't get concerned.]

[garudynamic]

Sorry for jumping on you like that. Guess I'm lucky I didn't scare the piss outta you.

[Yosuke dat's gross. Correct, but gross]

[cherryblooded]

No, no, it's completely understandable. I'd do the same in your place.

I'll be out in a bit. I just came in to splash my face and try to wake up.

[garudynamic]

Okay. Be safe.

[He will leave Cherry to his pee and investigation!~]