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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[feistytrader]

[Well, damn.]

Watch your head, guys.

[...Girls. Whatever. Silver's checking the floor for something that could have smashed the lights, now; it probably wasn't the tools that are all neat and in place, and he's not enough of a sick fuck to assume someone used Christo to knock out the lights.]

[trustwellness]

[JESUS CHRIST.

That said, though, it doesn't seem like there's anything out of place like that in here.]

[feistytrader]

[Damn.

Is there anything else to investigate in here, or is it all up to Mercy from here on out?]

[trustwellness]

[Well, while you're looking at the result of everything going on with the lights and assuming that Christo was not used to smash them, I'll point this out to you as well as Mercy - there was notably no glass on the body, despite it being scattered rather liberally around the room.]

[feistytrader]

[...GOOD TO KNOW THAT HE DIDN'T GET A HANDFUL OF GLASS IN HIS GLOVES WHEN SHAKING THE DUDE]