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?

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[tsugomori]

[ ... Well, it's always good to check that everything is really fine after all, isn't it? He will be making his way down to the dojo to make that check. ]

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda had a good time with the Tabletop Game last night. She thus has decided to get up and... well, she's going to head on town towards the lower floor. Her foot is feeling better and wearing her sunglasses...

Well, to begin with she was going to drop a book in the game room, but if nothing's amiss there she's coming to the pool ]

[trustwellness]

[All clear here, Mikazuki!]

[elepe]

[Well, Lusamine was intending for a nice morning swim--anything at the pool?]

[introspects]

[ Viktor brought up a good point about Fridays, so we're just going to go around and make sure nothing's happened. Let's go down to the gym. Anything there? ]

[trustwellness]

[...Yeah, there are things that are immediately and obviously wrong with the pool; those can be investigated further once the proper top-levels go up, but for now she can rest assured that at least there isn't a body in here.]

[trustwellness]

[She might want to hold off on the swim.]

[trustwellness]

[The gym is clear!]

[oyashiromama]

[Nothing is good, here we go- how's the infirmary?]

[neverheardofhim]

[Sentiment takes Varric to the dojo, something he's avoided since Judy... well. You know. Anything there?]

[tsugomori]

[ Okay then, looks like everything is fine... probably, but either way he'll just begin to make his way back. ]

[introspects]

[ Well that's a relief! We'll just chill outside then until someone screams bloody murder :') ]

[trustwellness]

[There's someone in here, from the look of it. Lying on one of the cots for the ill or the injured.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Gurl these red swimsuits don't look that good on you even with the red nails... ]

[trustwellness]

[All clear in here, Varric.]

[feistytrader]

[Man, fuck that, the first floor is clear, and he's seen enough bodies this week. He's going for breakfast in the kitchen.]

[oyashiromama]

[Ah... Hanyuu's going to approach, cautiously. Maybe...someone's just...]

Excuse me...? [...she doesn't sound too hopeful as she approaches to get a better look at who it is.]

[quadruples]

[ Oh boy, it's Friday. Viktor isn't feeling very optimistic, but he'll look around, hoping there won't be a body to be found today. How's the bar? ]

[trustwellness]

[...PRIORITIES...

okay but no the kitchen is fine, silver, enjoy]

[trustwellness]

[The bar is clear!]

[uncouthhatcher]

[Right after you, buddy, let's eat. Maybe some waffles again.]

[elepe]

[Hush, she's an Alola girl, swimming is second to breathing here--]

[matchbreaker]

[ #justsaying ]

[acherontiastyx]

[...aw fuck he gets down to the fourth floor and has to piss. How's the men's bathroom.]

[trustwellness]

[Be mindful of the ground while you're approaching, Hanyuu - there's a lot of water on the floor in here, though it isn't enough to truly impede your progress or anything as long as you're careful to make sure you don't slip.

There's enough about this person to be almost immediately recognizable once you're a little closer than standing in the doorway, though; while it's a little worse for wear in a lot of ways that...aren't indicative of anything good, the blue military uniform with all its white piping and gold braid aren't like anything that belongs to anyone else around here, nor does that particular style cut into the person's long black hair.

There's no movement in acknowledgement of anything that's been said, however, and there's no response to her approach.

Zolf J Kimbley is dead.]