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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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[iamthatsea]

[ Ah, that...

That's not good. She feels her throat tighten, just a little. Her fists clench, and she has to screw her eyes shut tight. Calm. Stay calm. The Bluemother is with her. Stay. Calm.

Okay. She's going to... let the qualified people handle this. The nice thing about reincarnation is you don't have much to do in the way of last rites.

... maybe not nice, but it's a bitter thought that occurs to her as she goes back to her room to meditate before the trial starts. ]