Second.

[trustwellness]

A week's distance from the last death seems to have helped some of you, seems to have calmed things down somewhat; the presence of a new floor has helped a little in that endeavor as well – things are a little less claustrophobic, a little more open. Of course, for others things haven't been going as smoothly; between the odd dreams that you've all been experiencing and the Wordsmith's incentive, the added space may just be encouraging distance between you and your fellow Apprentices. It seems that only time will tell how things will progress from here. Friday morning comes, and with it comes the brightening of the lights throughout the University – though it seems there's something a bit wrong with the second floor in that regard. Namely, the workshop remains dark. That's probably going to be a problem. >Explore?

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[oyashiromama]

[I would like to thank god and also jesus for this tag-

Hanyuu on the other hand-] Wh- what on-- how- [...yeah she's kind of not taking this well!!]

[trustwellness]

[Well, if it's any consolation the horns seem to be attached to something kind of...weird and plasticky, the same teal color as his hair.

Kind of like a headband?]

[oyashiromama]

[It's... Well that certainly is something! After a few moments of pure terror, Hanyuu's eyes focus in on this little detail and she just

quite abruptly shifts from horror to- something else, something almost shut off and confused. As if worried they would burn her, she reaches out slowly and then picks them up.

...is there anything else to note about them, because she's kind of floored and taking this all in.]

[trustwellness]

[Well, it's either going to be a relief or the opposite of that, but the horns appear to be entirely fake. Just as plastic as the headband they're attached to.]

[oyashiromama]

[this day sucks

Well. Awesome, okay, she's just going to hold on to these then until the trial, if there's nothing else to find around here.]

[trustwellness]

[You're good, Hanyuu!]