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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[cherryblooded]

[That's super rude indeed! But he's still going to splash some water on his face (once Yosuke quits clinging to him) unless there's like, blood in there or something.

...Well, it looks like this might be an investigation location again, so he's going to open up all the stalls.]

[trustharder]

[There's no blood, nope!

And you won't need to get as far as the stalls - there's water on the floor. It's mostly around the sink you were just at. Try not to slip!

That's all we've got in this room as well, surprisingly. Good job, Cherryblod!]

[cherryblooded]

[No actual murder, easy investigation, it's a good day!]