Seventh.

[trustwellness]

The past week has been tense, despite everyone's best efforts to lessen the heavy atmosphere of worry and dread; the deadline for the incentive has been creeping ever-nearer, and the potential for consequences to come down – not only on you, but on those who have already suffered and died in the name of this "course" you've all been put through – has been difficult to ignore as time goes by. But whatever one may be feeling about it, the world keeps turning and time moves ever-forward; Friday morning dawns eventually, heralded with the usual ringing of chimes and silence laying heavy over most of the university. Perhaps things have been uneventful; checking the first few floors may imply that, for those of you that are feeling hopeful. Searching lower down, however... Well, things may not be as acceptable as they seem, let's put it that way. >Explore?

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[feistytrader]

[ARE THEY FULL OF TOMATOES FROM CANS AGAIN, BECAUSE FUCK THE TOMATOES IN CANS.

No really, he's going to check out these bowls out. What was made in these?]

[trustwellness]

[Thankfully(?) they aren't! But they are full of curry so clearly we can't stop ruining curry. Unlike last time, they actually look like they've been eaten out of.]

[feistytrader]

Why is it always curry?

[Well, since Killia threw round a bazillion curry recipes at this point, what's in this curry? And upon further inspection- which he will be doing by poking it with a clean spoon and not by shoving his face in it- does anything look wrong about it?]

[trustwellness]

[The exact type doesn't matter, but there isn't anything off about the curry! It's perfectly normal!

Lusamine's got the rest of the clues, so unless you have other questions you're done in here!]

[feistytrader]

[Well, as long as it isn't like, mochi ice cream curry or something like that, because he would not put it past Killia at this point, after the sardines.]