First.

[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]

[On...the ceiling...

Okay, but no, actually - one of the corners of the trunk seems like it might have a few loose fibers on it, if you want to look at those.]

[stepout]

[ PLEASE DON'T EVER PUT ANYTHING ON THE CEILING, I'LL CRY. ALL I PLAY ARE SHORT CHARACTERS!!!

Sure, she'll look. What's up with those. ...are they recognizably from something like the school uniform or whatever, or no. ]

[trustwellness]

[Just from eyeballing it, they look like they probably match the dress Adelina is wearing, at least a lot more than they do the school uniform.]

[stepout]

[ Cool, noted! ...She'll probably grab whatever of those she can manage to get off and... oh my god, she has pockets!! SHE HAS POCKETS. She's going to put the key in her pocket and... uh.

...she should probably find something to wrap these up in or something like that so they don't just get lost.

Anything else or are we good here. ]

[trustwellness]

[You're good, Chiyuki!]

[stepout]

[ AWESOME, time to go to the kitchen to grab a bag or something. ]