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[trustwellness]

The past five days have come and gone, though exactly how easily they've done so is debatable; some have been trying to press onward in their optimism and faith that things will get better, while some seem convinced that things will only go downhill from here. However people have chosen to see it, though, clearly this week hasn't been all bad – after all, attempts at encouraging unity among the group seem to have been at least reasonably successful. ...Seem to have been. Friday dawns like the rest of the week before it – the clock chimes the hour at seven, the doors to the kitchen and the mail room unlock, and the building is quiet. It would seem that maybe the night passed reasonably quietly – were it not for the large red smears on the walls and floor of the southeastern side of the dormitory. It looks like somebody decided to be a damn overachiever and took some initiative of their own. >Explore?

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[trustwellness]

[Fun fact: unless it's a case of hypothermia, brain cells begin to die off after 10 minutes of no blood flow. Beyond that, the chances of CPR helping drop off rather steeply.

...Okay, that wasn't fun, but it was factual.

She feels cold in a way that implies she's been dead for a while; well beyond the drop-off point, and pretty far beyond anything that could be done flat-out without a full life support system.

She's pretty damn dead, is what we're saying.]

[modernmedicine]

[She knows. If she had her Valkyrie suit, had access to a lab, something, she could bring the princess back, but as it is, she knows there's no way.

Time to start checking the body. Besides the bruises, are there any obvious injuries she can see without flipping her over - anything on her hands, her arms, her legs?]

[trustwellness]

[Come join us down here and we'll talk shop, Mercy.]