Fourth.

[trustwellness]

It seems that each week is getting harder than the last. You've lost three of your number already this week, and that's before anyone seems to have tried to take the Wordsmith up on his offer – and from the look of it, the incentive has tempted quite a few of you, perhaps even more than the usual. But now, the week is coming to an end; maybe it's too much to hope for that it's passed without anyone killing one another. Maybe it isn't. Only time will tell. The chimes ring out, signaling the hour as they always do; the day seems reasonably normal, with the first three floors of the building seeming clear enough. However, those of you wishing to make absolutely sure may want to head a bit lower down. It's possible that you'll find nothing down there; the more jaded of you will probably suspect otherwise. Either way, there's no point in keeping the possibility open when you can confirm it for yourselves, is there? >Explore?

Comments

[tsugomori]

[ Looking him over. But, if that doesn't produce anything else, he would start probably touching along the arms before turning Kimbley over to see if he finds or discovers something else of note. ]

[trustwellness]

[...Well, when you go to move him you'll probably notice that ribs should definitely not feel like that. Like. At all.

Um.]

[tsugomori]

[ ....what.

If he like pokes or ...rubs at it, what are they feeling like, exactly? ]

[trustwellness]

[The center of his chest feels weirdly sunken-in, and trying to move him gets an odd noise that implies that there are possibly one or more fractures.

So they feel like they've been broken, in other words.]

[tsugomori]

[ That probably hurt. Like a lot...whatever kind of altercation he got into, that is. Or whatever in general.

Alright, Mikazuki will just...carefully continue to feel along him for anything more. Is he going to find anything else? ]

[trustwellness]

[You're good in here! o/]